Life is such a sweet insanity.

I love life and people. This is a place where I can write down what's happening, what I'm thinking, what I'm seeing and what I'm feeling. After all, life is just one blog entry after another.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

 

Fix Birds Up.

I have this reoccurring problem. I have this tendency to mix up my words. It's not like a tourette thing, where I'm screaming out "asshole asshole" in the middle of McDonalds or anything, though I occasionally would like to be able to do that and get away with it. No, I tend to mix up my words in that I say a word that sounds similar or is somehow related to the word I intend to say or speak. Or in many cases type.

For example, when I worked at the radio station, we would occasionally run across the street to pick up a soda at a store called Kinney's. I remember saying "I'm going to Thruway's to pick up a soda". Now Kinney's is nowhere near the Thruway. But because they both end in "Y", my brain said, "Eh, close enough, say 'Thruway'".

I must have a lazy brain or something.

Actually, the Kinney's-Thruway's thing is an abnormality, because I usually say a different word that begins with the same letter as the intended word. "I'm going for boat, bite, bike, bike, I'm going for a bike ride." That's how I usually talk. And I've never really admitted this before but that's one of the reasons I got out of radio, because I couldn't speak a coherent sentence on the air without stuttering and stammering.

Once in a while, I'll say a word that is somehow related to the intended word. For example, a week or so ago, I mentioned in my blog that my co-workers find it odd that I grocery shop at noon. What I actually intended to type was "midnight". But I typed noon while thinking midnight and read it as midnight when I proofread my blog entry. So then anyone who happened to stumble across my entry that day thought we were all weird because they thought I was weird because I grocery shopped at noon. Lots of people grocery shop at noon. I really meant midnight.

I went to a neurological specialist back in '00 who said that I may have a touch of dysphasia. Hah, I just typed 'dipstick' and had to correct it. I guess I do have a touch of dipstick.

Perhaps I allow my mind to wander so often and so much that its completely pre-occupied with whatever I'm scheming and doesn't have time for the real world.

So if you run into me in the real world and strike up a conversation, don't be surprised if I say "Hi Then!" instead of "Hi there!".
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