Friday, January 2, 2009

but-can-you-go-back-once-you-know?

I wanna ask you -
Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's so strange
That we could be together for
So long, and never know, never care
What goes on in the other one's head?
Things I've felt but I've never said
You said things that I never said
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

~~~

On our way to Little Rock, Chris and I had an interesting conversation. This is just an overview.

Chris asked me how my mind works. Weird, yes, and even harder to explain. I thought a moment. The best explanation I could come up with is this: My mind is like a big room, with lots of thoughts spinning around. All of my thoughts are in that room, spinning around, and I am focused on some thoughts more than others. That is why sometimes I forget things, but I still remember more than you (Chris) because I can have many thoughts at once.

Chris said that his mind really only focuses on one thought at one time. Like his mind has different compartments for each thought. He also said that when I complain about something, he wants to fix it.

So tell me, how does your mind work?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Be glad you had a thought on how you think yours works. I am pretty sure mine quit working after having Zac! Ha Ha Ha. No really, I have never thought about it. I think I am more like you, lots of thoughts swimming around, and when I need them I grab hold and really focus. Maybe it's a girl thing. I miss yall!

Anonymous said...

That couples Bible study we did last February was about how men compartmentalize, like a waffle, and they do best when they focus on one single square at a time, and then they move to an adjoining square. Women are like a plate of spaghetti, with all of the stuff laced around and tangled up and touching each other and some of it down at the bottom where you don't see it, but if you stir it up, wow, there it is.

Amanda said...

Chris and I read the waffels/spaghetti analogy in one of our pre-marital books. I bet it was written by the same person...