My husband thinks there is something wrong with me.
It makes me laugh when he thinks this or questions my mental stability.
I’m different and I get that and better yet, I’m ok with that, and in all reality so is he, but he likes to mess with me about it.
My brain just doesn’t function like the normal person’s brain does.
It’s stuffed to capacity with gibberish and there’s probably a chipmunk somewhere in there running on a wheel singing the Beastie Boys.
I’m not dumb by any means.
I’m right brained.
I thought of this defense the other day when my mental status was once again in question.
I may or may not have misplaced something of great importance and destroyed the house looking for it, only for my husband to find it a few days later in a very random spot.
There’s several other examples I can give you.
The lack of math skills
Fun to dream about things that will never happen
Enjoys goofing around
Becomes restless during long verbal explanations
Spontaneous and unpredictable
Enjoys creative storytelling
Thinks while speaking (without editing what they are saying)
Thinks outside of the box
Trouble with spelling or grammar
Mind jumps around
I’m a dead ringer for all of these.
And so are some other people and dogs in my life.
I know this because over the weekend when I came up with my theory of why I am the way I am, I carefully watched those around me.
There was the black squirrel in the tree who obviously was having issues collecting and storing his nuts and miscalculated his jump. Total right brained squirrel.
There is Gracie. Bless her heart. Dead ringer of me and there is no denying that she is my daughter. Great story teller, unpredictable, not organized in the least, puts her foot in her mouth all the time, and is a complete goofball. Right brained due to genetics.
Then there’s my Dad. Super creative, mind jumps around, insists that Walmart is Walmark, and has no idea where any of his 50 shoes are. Right brained due to the 1950’s?
And who could forget Leroy? Total right brained dog. Unpredictable, goofy, short attention span, and his math skills are totally lacking. Right dog brained probably due to association.
And my reason for being right brained? It could have something to do with the concussion Leroy gave me several years ago, but it could also be from the time when I walked into a telephone pole when I was in high school or perhaps it was when my mother let me roll off the changing table when I was baby.
So how about you? Are you a right brain or left brain person? What about your dog?
Oh….and by the way, I realize that the right brain, left brain theory was thrown out by some crazy scientists, who were probably left brained individuals.
It’s my story and I’m sticking to it.