Exceptional Silence
My insurace company - USAA - is not on my A list as of late. Those clowns have still not gotten their act together on that little lightning strike that rearranged the black and white wires in my car. The lack of a radio or cd player has made for some surprisingly interesting car rides. I drove to and from Colorado Springs today for my interview with WM. I had no idea what I was getting into. Ten miles in I had already leaned over to turn on my radio twice. A few synapses weren’t connecting right or something, because I must have had the ‘thought’ or made the ‘action’ to turn that damned thing on at least 15 times during the drive. And every time I thought to myself, ‘What the hell is wrong with you Ryan? You know damned well you don’t have a radio that works’. So if any brain people read this - i’d appreciate your input to the innerworkings of this here mind I call mine.
And I’ll share this next bit with you, because well, I think it should be heard and laughed at. And if you don’t think it’s funny - use it judge me or something. But be honest with yourself here - you do strange things too - like that time you took an amazingly long sniff of the air just to clarify if your flatulence smelled or not…
Thoughts were running rampant between my ears. At a much higher pace what I would consider typical brain activity. 
And every once in a while some thought would sneak out through my mouth - often construed by one of the accents I have catalogued deep in level 84 memory. Now if you’ve ever laughed at someone singing by themselves while in a car, I wish you could have seen me talking with a deep southern accent to no one in particular about the consequences of forgoing the 35 mph speed limit. Without much thought - well, considering every thought was being automatically manifested into some strange dialogue - a response would emerge in the form of Pedro, John Wayne, and every other character that has scratched the surface of my memory in recent years. (Please excuse that rather ridiculously long sentence) And yes, on occasion I’d break out into song.
Chalk one up for brain activity. When your in doubt, as I often am, sit by yourself somewhere quiet and wait.
Filed by ryanroth at September 27th, 2005 under Life