Illustration of a kitten playing with and shredding thoughts as they enter the brain.

Kittens in my brain

Somehow my brain remembers almost everything upside down and backward

#0018

Heading to a meeting at 1011 NW 34th Street and somehow I find myself looking for 1101 NW 43rd Street. It is very annoying.

I’ll be in a group talking about something, and someone will correct me, and I’ll have to ask, “What did I say?” Because I thought I said the right thing when really it came out some weird, twisted aberration of what the right thing actually is.

Why do I do this? I wonder to myself each time it happens.

It is like there are tiny, fluffy kittens in my brain, watching pages filled with facts and information come in with casual interest. Then, they start playing with innocent, cute, aggressive enthusiasm.

When my brain attempts to retrieve the information, all it sees is mangled paper that has been bit, chewed, licked, and shredded to the point that the text is nothing but an incoherent jumble.

It is like there are tiny, fluffy kittens in my brain, watching pages filled with facts and information come in with casual interest. Then, they start playing with innocent, cute, aggressive enthusiasm. When my brain attempts to retrieve the information, all it sees is mangled paper that has been bit, chewed, licked, and shredded to the point that the text is nothing but an incoherent jumble.

Frantically, my brain scrambles to reunite the pages with nothing but electrical impulses and willpower.

Occasionally, the jumbled pieces come together in some form, and my brain proudly displays it as if to say, ”I’ve got…something!” Most of the time, it just gives up with a helpless shrug as it feeds more paper to the nearest kitty in defeat.

Clearly, having fluffy kittens in the brain is not a recognized medical diagnosis.

I tried looking it up on WebMD to see what could be wrong with my brain. Are the synapses just not firing right away? Do I just have lazy, inconsistent gray matter?

Of course, with WebMD, all kinds of weird and slightly terrifying answers pop up when you type in memory problems.

It looks like I could have anything from sleep apnea to silent stroke. Oh, yes, tumors are also on the list as possible causes for memory problems.

Yikes!

I think I prefer kittens in my brain.

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Honey Madison

  • MiniPost #0031

    Forget Plan A. I’m on Plan F, which comes with a complimentary bottle of vodka.

    #goals #GoalSetting #LifeLessons

  • MiniPost #0002

    Just about anything, if it is shiny, I’ll be attracted to it. I won’t buy it of course. That would be impractical and a house full of reflective objects would be too much stimulation for my highly sensitive self. But if I’m in a store and I see sparkles, I’m all happy smiles and sunshine.