posted on Jun, 1 2009 @ 04:44 AM
ADD: The curse of the gifted.
"Ok. It's 2:45 P.M. I have to be at work in an hour, plenty of time. It takes twenty minutes to get there, and I just have to take a shower and get
get dressed. Tonight's gonna be an easy night, slow and easy. What am I going to eat for dinner when I get home? I have some of that pasta left over,
maybe I'll try the other kind tonight. But that's a lot of dishes to mess up, besides, I wanna watch that movie I got from Frank. It sounds
interesting. Yea, but the last movie he gave me sucked. Movies today man, terrible.....O CRAP! It's 3 already. Gotta take a shower."
20 mins later, after meticulously putting the dirty clothes where they belong, I proceeded to get dressed. Upon being half completed, I noticed I had
a new text message. It was from Amanda, asking me if it was ok if she worked for me tonight. : "Ah, I'm so tired. I so don't feel like working
tonight. O well, I gotta make some money, I can't let her work for me, can I? I am hungry, and I worked all weeke....no, I can't." So I replied
with a kind "No thanks" and put the phone back on charger, still second-guessing myself. In an instant, I calculated approx. how much money I would
make this week vs outgoing expenses, minus tonight's shift. "200, about 25 for gas, don't forget Sara's food, ...." I opened the closet to grab
my shirt in order to iron it and finsish getting ready for work.
"OH NOO! My shirt! It's still in the washing machine! Are you serious!?! CRAP CRAP 3:13 No, seven minutes! OK, relax." I run downstairs to check
the washer, hoping somehow my shirts miraculously leaped into the dryer on their own power...
"Please don't be wet, pleas... S***! What now?"
About that same time, my dog Sara sat looking at her bowl wondering where here dinner was.
"I'm sorry, I'll feed you when I get Home." " AHA, Amanda!" I jolt up the steps, round the bend and dash into the bedroom, unwillingly staring
the clock face down as if it were high noon, only it was 3 minute's until I had to leave or be late, and I was late twice last week. I picked up the
phone, and called Amanda to see if the offer was still good. It was too late, she had already found someone Else's shift to work.
"O well, I'll just call and tell them I'll be a little late. Just let my shirts dry.....Dangit man..." I ran back down the steps again in order to
actually put my clothes in the dryer.
"I know there's no way to convince him I had a flat tire or something. I can't lie, he asks to many questions..."
To be continued, maybe some day
HA this is kinda close to what can happen when an ADD spell happens. Hope the story wasn't to off topic, but I thought it would be a different way to
show some of the symptoms. I've never written anything like that before...