I will be the first to admit that a lot of what I say doesn’t make much sense and seems to come out of left field (But how come when Kevin Costner did it, he got a great movie with possibly the best James Earl Jones quote ever in it. “I am going to hit you with this crowbar until you go away.” That is also something that probably wouldn’t sound as good coming from me.)
So anyway, as I’m hurtling down the next few days until school gets out (Only six more days with students), I’m feeling a bit scattered and disoriented. (I guess the major difference there is now I’m aware of it.) I have a billion or so things to do and the stress and horrors of the last several days has given me laryngitis for the second time this school year. Of course, now it seems I have a lot to say.
Sometimes my crazy bubbles to the surface and I have to let it out. I truly understand that not everyone gets how I think, and when I try to explain it, it just sounds even nuttier. Yesterday I was at a meeting and someone was reminiscing about how her family used to go down to the seashore in New England when the lobster boats came in and they would enjoy seafood.
I immediately got the giggles because of course, I pictured lobsters actually steering and sailing the ship while their lobster wives and children looked out gleefully anxious to see their lobster pops come home. Then I had to explain why I was laughing. I couldn’t let that thought go, because when someone else talked about fresh octopus salad, of course I thought about a lobster with a different salad ingredient with each tentacle and wearing a chef’s hat. That thought developed until it became a lobster hunting and catching an octopus.
I kept that thought to myself.
In other news, I have discovered evidence to support my I’m-actually-dead-and-wending-my-way-through-purgatory-and that’s-why-all-of-this-ridiculous-crap-keeps-happening-to-me theory.
But more about that later.