My Quirky Brain
I have a quirky brain. Cute but quirky.
I am quick witted and smart but I need to do some tricks to figure things out. For example, I have a math problem every time I log into my blog.
Simple subtraction problems that some people might have an automatic correct answer for. I always wonder, “Are there really people like that out there?”
When I see 21 – 7. I have to say out in words, either out loud or in my head, “twenty one minus seven.” Then I count it out second grade style. No lie. When I have to figure out the tip, I used to like when tax was 6% because then I could just do three times six.
When I go to use my neon green hot pot, I always choose the wrong button. If I want to open it, I choose wrong and if I choose to turn it on, I choose wrong. Put a red dot on the off and on button, you say, helpfully. No, then I can’t recall which the red dot does, turn on or open.
I have a quirky brain, what can I tell you.
When I come out of an office or hotel room, I always turn the wrong way. If I want to avoid being teased about that, then I will make a plan, kind of like Hansel and Gretl. I will notice things right outside the room and I will say in words internally. “Go toward the table with the flowers on it.” I got tons of unexpected exercise on every cruise I have been on.
When I want to call my kids, I am thoroughly relieved their numbers are stored in my phone. They used to get furious at me when I called them by the wrong names. It really got bad when I called my daughter the dog’s name one fateful day. I am not sure she ever got over that.
I have a quirky brain.
When I need to go to the left or the right, I am always going the wrong way. Once I took a belly dancing class and not only did I learn my hips wouldn’t move like that, I also always went in the wrong direction and was continually embarrassed to see myself on one side of the mirror and the rest of the class on the other side.
When I used credit cards, I didn’t account for the interest adding up. I didn’t recognize when the amount I owed got a little bit too big. I only got it after the amount I owed was way more than my monthly income. I didn’t see a problem so I got terrified of money when it was too late.
I have a quirky brain.
When I meet new people, I hear and forget their name as soon as I smile at them. I have to make tricks up like rhyming their name or thinking of a famous person. Like a Paul, I can think Paul Simon. If it’s a Mary, I can think Mary Tyler Moore. And I learned over time to say, “Remind me of your name?” Without apology.
When I am super stressed, it is hard to turn my brain off. I need to do tricks and processes to manage my mood. Meditation can work but when I need deep distraction, only sex will do. Now being single, I have my challenges in that department, however, undaunted I indulge pretty near daily in sexual pleasure.
In Think and Grow Rich, Chapter 11, Napoleon Hill talks about using sex as a tool for success (Sex Transmutation). I agree with him. There is nothing like sex to hoodwink the brain into not caring about anything else. I write erotica for a hobby, and have a secret weapon that I may share at the end of this post. Wink. Wink.
I have a quirky brain.
When I can’t sleep, I have the craziest trick of all. I discovered that all I think about when I can’t sleep is, “I can’t sleep” or some version of that. I love doing h’onopono (repeating the following phrases over and over: Thank you, I love you, I’m sorry, Please forgive me) before sleep and that usually works.
When I still toss and turn at night, I now say to myself, (Now I know this is going to sound really silly, trust me, I thought so too at first) “I am sleeping. I am sleeping. I am sleeping.” Over and over again. Nine times out of ten the next thing I know I am waking up. No lie. (Truth? I don’t remember to use the trick all the time. LOL)
My Beautiful Brain
I have a quirky brain. I am 67 and recently took a quiz where turns out, according to some brain science, my quirkiness has a name, Neurodiverse. Hmmm. Actually I am pretty much split right down the middle, a hybrid of neurodiverse and neurotypical.
I kind of like that term, neurodiverse. It sure beats being called ditzy, flakey, flighty, forgetful, dumb or stupid. And yes, people can be mean to those of us with quirky brains. All I know for sure is that I have to do tricks all the time to make sure I do things right. I used to dislike that about myself. Not any more.
I have a quirky brain and you know what? I am ok with that. In fact I am way better than ok about that. And as for that secret weapon? Audio Erotica and sex toys are my goto for self pleasure. I embrace self pleasure with passion. Why should a single woman put herself at risk for the sake of pleasure? Why You Should Experience Self Pleasure
Audio Erotica? Oh yes. Fuckety Fuck Fuck yes, sorry for the fucks. Safe audio entertainment keeps my sexual energy flowing and there are a lot of artists out there to consider. My favorite? Gaelforce. Here he is on YouTube.
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