I’m pretty sure that I get obsessive compulsive about order because of the lack of it in my Mind. I figure if I can organize everything around me then my Mind will naturally fall in line. Dirk likes it when I’m like this- to a point- as long as I eventually clean up my piles and don’t spend too much money on containing it. lol 😂
The other day while at Del Taco there was a lady who dropped all of her change at my feet.
Her: don’t mind me. I’m just throwing money around.
My Mind: (through my mouth) I’m not that good looking.
I’m a peaceful person- truly I am. My Mind on the other hand needs reeling in something. It would be nice if I could run from her mayhem. I laugh way to hard at those Allstate commercials.
There is no way that is going to happen- not that I’m one to voice my complaints, but my Mind won’t shut up! Honestly I’m silent because if I repeated what she was thinking we would all be doomed.
My Mind: If I’m going down, I’m setting up those bastards first so I can have something to laugh at.
We all have spaces in our house that hides clutter. Usually it a junk drawer but right now we have two rooms that hides matter unorganized.
We call them – Outer-darkness and Oblivion. Somehow I feel like my Mind should be in one of the two.
I’m beginning to think that all the sassy people are no where near me – nobody gets me but my Mind.
Can’t sleep, can’t eat – it’s the revenge of the skunk!
My Mind: But if we ever need to torture someone we know how!