I imagine my brain to have folders and folders of things. Boxes, stacks of them with yellow labels of themes- uni, food, boys (or a boy in particular), books, friends, family. You know, the way your garage looks when you're about to shift houses.
And it's funny how your thoughts just keep going on. It's easy to get lost in them. Especially when there's something bugging you and you cannot help but harp on it... on and on. You don't even realise that you are, but when you do, you find that so much time has passed.
At the start of the year, I made a resolution to drive carefully. That meant to concentrate on my driving and not let my mind wander. A way to avoid accidents. Sometimes, when I feel like my mind is starting to drift, I clap my hands in the car and make a lot of noise. Yes, like a psycho.
Today, while I was driving home from the shops, I can't remember what it was I was thinking about but I totally forgot to buy Joanne's sar hor fun with extra chilli. Didn't even think of clapping my hands or making noise. So I had to drive all the way back to the shops for it. I felt so silly. This is why day-dreaming while driving is bad.
Waste my petrol.
1 comments:
a boy in particular??? who is that? I'm curious.
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