I haven't had the attention span to write a blog yet, even though I set this up five or six months ago. I think about it a lot, for example when I'm driving, watching a really good movie, or having an extremely intense and important conversation with my husband. But, then, I sit down at the computer, and that FACEBOOK button stares back at me. POOF. The thoughts of a blog are gone until the next time I need to be completely focussed on a task....then I'm back again.
So, as I was in the middle of making a list for something REALLY IMPORTANT (I know this because I can't for the life of me remember what it was) I had the brilliant idea to write a blog about the fact that I can't write a blog. It must have been a really good idea, because I typed it in the notes on my phone (which have saved my butt on more than one occasion). So, now, here I am, 3 or 10 days later, writing up my brilliant idea.
Don't have high expectations about my brilliance, however, because I'm sure at any moment I'll get off on a tangent about how to write the correct Roman numeral for 57 (that happened at work today). Because, as we all know, being able to write Roman numerals is an extremely integral part of life here in 2011 America. We'd all be screwed if the Nasdaq and the NYSE started broadcasting in Roman numerals, and that could happen AT ANY MOMENT...
That wasn't even planned. I guess I made my point, though.
I am an unmedicated adult living with ADD, and sometimes it's frickin' fantastic because I can forget all the bad stuff really fast, like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone With the Wind. I'm highly capable of that "Tomorrow is another day" thing because short term memory loss is quite common with this condition. But, to be perfectly honest, most of the time it's an embarassing nightmare. Like the time I forgot that I left my son at a friend's house, ALL DAY. I told her I'd pick him up around 2:00 and next thing I know I'm out to dinner with my girls' and husband, and my phone rings..... Yeah..........S*#% That's embarassing.
ADD is hereditary. So I get to blame my dad for my gray hair AND myAnyone who takes a look at my Dad's desk and then looks at mine will tell you. My ADD brethren and I are really good at messy. When I walk into a pitted out room with the intention of cleaning, I get so overwhelmed because there are so many things to look at and so many projects to tackle that my wicked little step child-OCD-rears its ugly head, and I start typing my thoughts in my head and spend 3 hours scrubbing the shower doors instead (That happened on Sdeaturday).
But, most of the time, I disguise my issues really well with decent communication skills and my ridiculous charm (don't question it, you're still here). And, I don't like to make excuses for myself. I put a lot of effort into accepting responsibility and acknowledging my flubs. I'm also really hard on myself when I screw up. I stew about it. So, as I ponder some additions to my already hectic life, I also ponder the possibility of medication. I feel like I'm running on borrowed time.....
I feel like I should write more, but I've lost interest.
UPDATE (10 minutes after the original post): Ok. So, reading through this I noticed two things. First...forgot to spell check. Second....in the 5th paragraph I was adding a thought and then got sidetracked and never finished so two sentences are mashed together...one of which is incomplete. I thought about deleting the post, fixing it, and reposting, but then I realized it's a perfect illustration of my issues....so I left it. I'm definitely a nutcase.
So, as I was in the middle of making a list for something REALLY IMPORTANT (I know this because I can't for the life of me remember what it was) I had the brilliant idea to write a blog about the fact that I can't write a blog. It must have been a really good idea, because I typed it in the notes on my phone (which have saved my butt on more than one occasion). So, now, here I am, 3 or 10 days later, writing up my brilliant idea.
Don't have high expectations about my brilliance, however, because I'm sure at any moment I'll get off on a tangent about how to write the correct Roman numeral for 57 (that happened at work today). Because, as we all know, being able to write Roman numerals is an extremely integral part of life here in 2011 America. We'd all be screwed if the Nasdaq and the NYSE started broadcasting in Roman numerals, and that could happen AT ANY MOMENT...
That wasn't even planned. I guess I made my point, though.
I am an unmedicated adult living with ADD, and sometimes it's frickin' fantastic because I can forget all the bad stuff really fast, like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone With the Wind. I'm highly capable of that "Tomorrow is another day" thing because short term memory loss is quite common with this condition. But, to be perfectly honest, most of the time it's an embarassing nightmare. Like the time I forgot that I left my son at a friend's house, ALL DAY. I told her I'd pick him up around 2:00 and next thing I know I'm out to dinner with my girls' and husband, and my phone rings..... Yeah..........S*#% That's embarassing.
ADD is hereditary. So I get to blame my dad for my gray hair AND myAnyone who takes a look at my Dad's desk and then looks at mine will tell you. My ADD brethren and I are really good at messy. When I walk into a pitted out room with the intention of cleaning, I get so overwhelmed because there are so many things to look at and so many projects to tackle that my wicked little step child-OCD-rears its ugly head, and I start typing my thoughts in my head and spend 3 hours scrubbing the shower doors instead (That happened on Sdeaturday).
But, most of the time, I disguise my issues really well with decent communication skills and my ridiculous charm (don't question it, you're still here). And, I don't like to make excuses for myself. I put a lot of effort into accepting responsibility and acknowledging my flubs. I'm also really hard on myself when I screw up. I stew about it. So, as I ponder some additions to my already hectic life, I also ponder the possibility of medication. I feel like I'm running on borrowed time.....
I feel like I should write more, but I've lost interest.
UPDATE (10 minutes after the original post): Ok. So, reading through this I noticed two things. First...forgot to spell check. Second....in the 5th paragraph I was adding a thought and then got sidetracked and never finished so two sentences are mashed together...one of which is incomplete. I thought about deleting the post, fixing it, and reposting, but then I realized it's a perfect illustration of my issues....so I left it. I'm definitely a nutcase.
