The mind is a terrible thing

I thought about blogging on my last few weeks of life, my dental cleaning, time away with the youth at convention surrounded by 900 teenagers who were enraged with hormones and overwhelmed by a very real presence of God, possibly talk about the ongoing destruction of 20 some gardens while in the process of attempting to reclaim our backyard all the while knowing that next year the poppies will be everywhere. Maybe I should share about my now growing state of being highly agitated and easily irritated, should I repent here publicly of my road rage and how I contemplate throwing golf balls out of my sun roof at the 'bad drivers' with no real intention of ever following up on those envisioned destructive moments.  How about the possibly justified offense towards christian radio, or maybe the unproven first impressions rule of conversation and relationships.  So many things that I could ramble about aimlessly for many non progressive paragraphs all of which would turn into another run on sentence or unfinished thought.

So I choose instead to blog about my mind that right now seems so jumbled and mixed up that to even concentrate on writing this I have to blast out some old school Skillet from my macbook speakers, because I'm too lazy to reach for the ear buds or plug in the external dell speakers that are both sitting mere feet from my current position at the desk in my office.  So I type with speakers at half to not ruin their small ability to produce sound.

This is the way my life has been lately, a pile of thoughts that have no conclusion and lead me astray from any task, taking away all effectiveness and bring motivation and process to a grinding stop or a giant crash like a broken track under Bennet's Thomas trains as they so valiantly attempt to negotiate the quickly deteriorating bridge he has hastily built for them.  Why am I so unable to maintain one thought, where is the work ethic I had last week, I start researching and preparing for various things and my mind goes to next weeks softball game and the line up we need to prepare.  Even at lunch as I drive home to kill some "weeds" and make room for grass I find my self embracing the thought of sitting down for a few hours to play video games and forget about the building piles of clean laundry I have neglected.  CD's over what's next.... POD nice.

Even that last thought got me thinking about why I am getting offended at Christian radio, whole other well thought out and carefully written post, maybe next week?

I heard it once so plainly stated and basically explained that a man's brain is made up of many boxes where different areas of life exist, one for house work, one for office work, one for family, one for friends, various boxes each one having one purpose, one idea, one need within them, and they rarely if ever are opened more then two at once, which is why men are horrible at multitasking and making then keeping appointments.  We cannot operate in a state of multiple thought processes, we concentrate on one thing at a time and when we need to go to a new idea we close that box and when frustrated we go to the nothing box, and YES this does exist.  Women on the other hand have a brain that looks like a bowl of spaghetti noodles, everything intertwined all touching each other with the ability to think about many different things at once and actually carry out a distinct thought process on one topic, have a  conversation about another and work on three projects all at the same time.  Here's where the problem comes into existence with my current state of confusion and adult a.d.d.  My nothing box is full of everything else, every box is open at once and every thought and area of life is invading my brain until the point I find a way to shut them down and go to sleep, or when my body just shuts down and I vanish from full consciousness to instant rem sleep, no really this is happening.  New CD again.... Hip Hope Hits 2005, wow those are some old jams!

So while this blog may not appear to be like the previous two, it kind of explains why it's been so many weeks since my last posting, my brain appears to hate me and doesn't allow me to write at a constant pace for more then 5-10 minutes.  K so 3 CD's later about one hour and this is my post.  Time to pick up the kids and go home for a couple hours before returning to shock the minds of our youth with the idea of God's glory being revealed.  Until next time, thanks for reading.