When collisions occur..

I tend to space out a lot. I am *always* dreaming. Even as I type this, there is a parallel thought process running in my head. Mint always asks me the same question. “What are you always thinking about?”.

I don’t know. It is such a haphazard blend of thoughts, that I can’t get myself to give him a coherent answer.

I might be doing something, while thinking about something else all together. So one part of my brain focuses on the task at hand, while the other part caters to the other in built, bizarre world that occupies my head.  I would say my brain is like a two way street. I have to ensure that the opposing thoughts, though they are being driven simultaneously at high speed, do not collide.

But sometimes collisions do occur. Sometimes it happens because I am too exhausted and the signalling system runs out of power supply, thus disrupting mental traffic flow. Other times, there is a big jam in my head and I am unable to regulate the traffic. These are the times when I suffer from a complete, mental black out.

One such accident happened yesterday. I had to thread my eye brows and had an appointment with a lady who lives in our apartment complex. There were a lot of things going on in my mind as I walked up to her apartment. What should I cook for dinner? Oh, we’ve run out of cooking oil. Did I call back my aunt? Tomorrow is another working day. How I hate it. Remember to wish X on her birthday. What should we do this weekend? I miss home. I think this new shampoo suits my hair. Damn, I have to get my eye brows done now and undergo the same third degree torture.

It was too late by the time I realised what I had been doing. I was using my house keys and trying to open their door instead of ringing the bell. All along, I wondered why the damn door wasn’t opening. At some point, they must have heard somebody fumbling with the key at the door. The door I was so desperately trying to open suddenly swung open by an old man. That is when I realised what I had been doing.

I couldn’t think of any explanation to justify my actions, instead I burst out laughing without saying a word. I know. Must have been perfect. Psycho girl trying to openly break into their home and then laughing like a maniac when caught. The poor man seemed positively horrified. I commanded myself to “Behave!”, offered a lame explanation and a sincere apology.

I am sure the Police has put me on their list of suspects by now. I think my neighbours are living in high alert.