Have you ever had your brain implode?
I'm talking about that stop in your tracks, do not pass go, do not collect $200, can't put words together into sentences type of mental implosion. The kind that if you try to back your car down the driveway you would run into a fence because you can't handle the mental load of shoulder checking over two shoulders at the same time?
Yeah, I probably shouldn't have tried to back the car down the driveway last night.
I knew something was off with my brain as soon as my last client left the office for the day and I couldn't remember what my goals for the evening had been and also could care less that I couldn't remember. A small semi-lucid part of me observed this phenomenon and thought it was quite interesting; after all for the past couple of days my brain hadn't been able to shut up about the to-do list that I had to get done in preparation for moving into the my new condo in August. I've been struggling the last few days to eat and sleep and do recreation properly, and it was like that part of my brain had finally worked itself into exhaustion, like a kid who falls asleep during dinner with their face in the plate and then their parents take embarrassing photos to commemorate the moment.
Despite the lack of mental cohesion I couldn't miss the 7 foot tall corner cupboard occupying the passenger space next to me and entire back of my car after I had finally stumbled down from the office to go home. Right, that had been on my list of things to do - get shelf into garage. No consideration about whether this was wise to attempt when a person has absolutely no brain power in their mental tank, there was only autopilot. Hence backing the car down the driveway, managing to avoid the brick wall to the right, directly into the fence on the left. The fence survived (hooray). My tail light did not.
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There wasn't enough brain power to be upset at the situation, no rewind, just facts. I simply unloaded the cabinet and moved on to the next reasonable thing to do. Which was to go get superglue and sit on the asphalt of the driveway in my dress and proceed to glue my fingers together for the next 30 minutes.
.......It may not have been my best or brightest moment.....
My one successful intelligence check of the night was that it finally occurred to me that maybe this wasn't a task to be attempting when my brain couldn't think enough to tell my fingers what to do. We'll consider it a graceful surrender.
