I've been thinking...A.D.D. must be genetic. My mother, God bless her, is so random and all over the place. If you ever get the chance to have a conversation with her, she will take you on an unbelievable ride. You will have to strain your brain and pay very close attention to get what she is trying to say. Sometimes she will be telling 5 different stories to 5 different people all at the same time, and sometimes no point will ever be made.
I love my mother, please don't think I am being rude.
Because suddenly it's dawned on me, I am exactly the same way. I can be thinking 12,000 concurrent thoughts. I can hold 10 conversations with 10 different people, take a break, and remember where I left off.
I know other people notice this chemical imbalance taking place in the center of my head. Here's a list of a few adjectives that have been used to describe me: "zany" "quirky" "weird", and oh yeah, my favorite: "crazy".
On the flip side, there are a few good things about A.D.D.
For example, my mother is a Master Multi-tasker. That woman can do the dishes, mop the floor, wash the car, and paint the house all at the same time. And every task will be 110%. No joke.
I haven't gotten to the level yet, but in time, I will. I can only do the dishes, mop the floor, and wash the car...still having trouble painting the house. ♥M
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