Humans Are Weirdos

Being a human can be such a weird experience.  Sometimes it makes sense and sometimes it veers off into the illogical.  I guess that's why it's so much fun and simultaneously so annoying.  I have a few things to take care of in the next ten days, some of it routine - like exercise and meetings - and some of it unique - SuperK needs a ride to a medical appointment, a play is on the books, picking up our damaged car - but nothing out of the ordinary and certainly nothing alarming or overly stressful but I woke up this morning with all of this stuff all jumbled up in my head - how to configure my schedule to make it work to my liking.  If I swim this day then I can go to the meeting that day but if I wait a day then my swim day will fall on the dentist day . . . you get it - useless, frustrating, circular thinking.  Whatever happens, however things shake out, it's not even remotely important in the long run.  I sat on the edge of the bed in my jam-jams for the longest time juggling the different options in my head.  That was only frustrating so I pulled out my paper calendar and tried to make sense of the options looking at something more carnal than brain waves.  That was also fucking useless so I grabbed my journal and made a series of flow charts trying to sort out the options.  I felt like an insane person.  Not scary, permanently insane but definitely having some type of dissociative mental break.  It looked like I was putting together an engineering chart to set up a nuclear reactor.  There was a tiny voice in my frontal cortex - the part of the brain responsible for reasoning and other highly developed functions - chirping that this was a waste of my time but the animal, prehistoric, automatic part of my brain was in full control.  My brain was engaged doing something that T. Rex was capable of doing.

Yeah, I am not allowed to pilot a motor vehicle today.

And why, today, did my brain veer off into these tangents?  The great mystery of life.