Ever since I was a kid, I've daydreamed. From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli, or back to a basketball game in 8th grade....it just all keeps on recycling. Today, they give kids prescription drugs. Back then, a person did drugs. Today, a kid daydreams, but only when they’re not playing video games. I did it while playing pinball and that probably explains why I tilted so much.
I was shy around girls back then too. But, not when I daydreamed.... I dated them all. I dated so many girls in my daydreams that it had a profound effect when I wore those ugly polyester pants in school. Too much room and not enough tight. A tent in the middle of the classroom. It caused me to sit longer than everyone else when the fire alarm went off or when called-on to do a math problem on the chalk board. I hated math. TMI, I know.... but I blame it on Catholic school.
Today, I can daydream and multitask too. Yes, having a conversation when someone mentions ice cream just sends me into funk. Over and over, I see Rocky Road or Butter Brickle dancing like sugar plums within my brain. I keep nodding while they talk not hearing much of what is said. Until, I notice that the ice cream somehow faded away and I'm left wondering what the hell was just talked about. I can be planting perennials in the flower garden and also be giving a great speech in front of a very large crowd.
"Focus dude...focus!" I tell myself.
There's regular daydreaming like I do, and also maladaptive. Maladaptive daydreaming is real and causes many to create entire scenarios with very detailed specifics. There are actually maladaptive online support groups to help people coup and share information for solutions. Many maladaptive daydreamers suffered from trauma or abuse as child and it developed into a more addictive pattern as time went on. Questions linger for many and I'm always fascinated by my own wandering mind.
Diet...I think it come down to diet. Either that, or maybe it was a few of those rocks that hit my skull while playing war in the sandlot, or the sharp pointed corner of that kitchen table that I collided with? Not sure, but it really doesn't matter I guess. I am who I am when it comes to certain things but I do try and change the things of which I can control. Like not daydreaming while typing this post. Nope. That didn't happen either. Damn Rocky Road!
Hello! I'm John. A father of seven kids, veteran, and I love to write. I write about whatever comes to my mind at a particular time. We all have our crazy, but it doesn't mean we aren't normal. We're just human.