Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Being Spaghetti...SUX!

I'm sure all of you have read the book Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. There is a Christian book along the same lines called Men are like Waffles, Women are like Spaghetti. If goes into the differences between men and women's thought processes. Basically, men think in boxes. If they're in the watching TV box, that's what they're thinking about, nothing else (there are exceptions, of course). Where as, us women are like spaghetti. Every thought (noodle) can touch and lead you to tons of different noodles. Women are never thinking just one thought. They can start thinking about a TV show they watch, which reminded them of a memory with Mom, which reminded them that dinner hasn't been planned, which made them realize they were hungry...and so on! Well, I just want to share this little tidbit...
BEING SPAGHETTI SUCKS!
Just once I would like to start with one thought...and STAY there! I hate that I think of ten million things, all at once. That hundres of thought race through my head at any given moment. I want to be able to sit and think, meditate, focus on one thing, and one thing only.
This gets especially frustrating during "that time of the month". Not only are all those thoughts fighting for attention, but each of those thoughts bring on a totally different feeling. I am the moodiest PMS'er you'll ever meet. I hate that I can't control it. That things just come out of my mouth, all on their own. It's rah-tha irritating...and depressing...and it makes me VERY ANGRY!

This is me during this special time...
Good Vs Evil
It's like the good side of me and the bad side are at war with each other. Neither one will be happy until the other is destroyed...*le sigh* this may take a while!

1 comment:

EmilyJane said...

I've never heard of the waffle/spaghetti book, but it's a good metaphor. I have this problem when I write. My mind nimbly races through topics while my fingers trip up trying to capture it all.

such is the woe of being the mentally superior sex, eh? (grin)