Yesterday at work, one of my friends was showing me her new shoes which had little nubbie things to massage the soles of your feet as you walk. I was trying to think of a word to describe the feeling it would give your feet and all my brain would come up with was exciting. I knew her feet weren't excited but the word I was trying to grab from the recesses of my brain wouldn't come to me.
I just kept looking at her saying, "You know? They make your feet excited. Not excited. Damn, what am I trying to say? They make your feet feel good so you feel good all over. What's the f**king word? Crap! They make your feet...sh**! STIMULATED! That's what they do. They stimulate your feet."
Yet, I went to the Champions on Ice show last night and, without hesitation, I was able to remember the name of Tara Lipinski when my friend suffered from the same brain constipation I had experienced earlier in the day. I couldn't come up with the word stimulated but I could remember Tara Lipinski. I'll never understand how my brain works.
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We are so happy that you don't know how your brain works---the products are so great, so if it ain't broke.....
Lorna - Thanks for the nice thoughts! However, I'm pretty sure it's (my mind) broke.
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