Salad Days

I want to come up with some reasonable explanation for why my mind wanders through bizarre ideas. But instead I’ll just assume that everyone has strange thoughts and the only difference is that I voice mine.

Working at 5:45 in the morning can play strange tricks on your mind. One of the strange tricks my mind is currently obsessed with is unconscious themes. I’ll have worked four hours before I notice that I’ve been walking around with my arms bent at the elbows and forearms parallel to the ground. I don’t walk this way around my house or even while shopping at the grocery store. I don’t know why I do it some days while working, but I call these “Dinosaur Days” (because I remind myself of a T-Rex).

Some days I notice that I’m not swinging my arms or turning my neck, these are “Robot Days.” Days I’m constantly standing on one foot, “Bird Days.” I also have “Michael Jackson Days,” “Giraffe Days,” and “Frankenstein Days.”

I believe that I come up with these ridiculous titles for days because my mind is not being challenged enough with my daily tasks. Perhaps my brain needs a certain amount of activity, without which it makes it’s own. Or perhaps, more likely, I’m just having one of those “Chatty Cathy Days.”