I am easily distracted under normal circumstances. I have ADHD – which is to say, I am hyperactive, imaginative, really good at lateral thinking, and it sometimes feels as if there are a family of squirrels living within my head who do various memory-and-thinking tasks for me. It can sometimes feel like herding cats; squirrels are a lot like cats in that regard. I do enjoy mixing metaphors, too. It’s fun.
One of my favourite things to do in my free time is to wander aimlessly around stores in search of…. something…. that I probably had in mind when I entered the store… but consequently, I forgot what it was. So instead of looking for aforementioned forgotten item, I’ll look for anything sparkly that I find amusing. Then, upon returning home, I will recall exactly what I was looking for and wonder how on earth I spent so much money and STILL did not get that stupid item I went to the store for in the first place! Bah…
I wish I were kidding, but I am not. Tragically, I do this very often. Note to self: make a shopping list next time and don’t forget it on the counter in the kitchen before leaving for the store. What good is a shopping list if you leave it at home??
I sometimes get so caught up thinking about various random things that I’ll get completely lost wandering around my neighborhood and have to call someone to tell me where in the wide universe I am. This has happened at least four times in the past two years. Two times, I stubbornly refused to call anyone and simply wandered aimlessly some more until I got back to the house.
Before starting on meds again (I was dx’d as a kid, and stopped treatment for it when I was 18/19), I was an adrenaline junkie. I lived in Florida. South Florida. Where all those hurricanes are always making landfall. So when a hurricane hit, I would wait until the middle of the storm, and then go wander around, or drive through the city marvelling at the danger and the destruction going on around me. One time, my cousin and I walked to a church near where my grandparents live (we were staying there through the storm) and I was nearly run over by a tree. Admittedly, the tree had the right-of-way and I should have yielded for it, but in hindsight, that tree should have applied its brakes to avoid a collision with a pedestrian. I should sue that tree! Sadly, it has been turned into kindling and I can now not get justice. =(
Not everything is easy with squirrels on the brain, though. I often forget simple stuff, miss obvious points, lack severely in the common-sense department, and just overall feel like I’m going crazy. I have a hard time doing anything that I don’t have an interest in doing already, and getting motivated to go to the DMV is a pure nightmare. I’ll put that one off for years unless someone forces me to go, at which point, I will be so bored that I will most likely get arrested for throwing peanuts at the employees or the other people standing in line. Damn squirrels show me no mercy sometimes. I plead the 1st! Throwing peanuts is my god-given right as a form of free-speech! Or something! =| I hate the DMV so much.
So that is my story about having ADHD. And 90% of it is not entirely elaborated. Only some of it probably is. Most of it is true, though. I have two cats.