When my brain is clear, the car is the perfect time to sort out my next blog. I can think in the care because the distractions are relatively few, even with the radio on. I realize that this might be disconcerting for those that share road space with me (don't worry, I'm not writing this in the car-I'm on the train). It probably should be.
An amusing story along those same lines-my dad says that he was pulled over and ticketed for thinking. Of course, he was pulled over and ticketed for speeding. However, he was speeding because he was not paying attention to the road. He was thinking. Inevitably solving some technical conundrum-Eureka! I'm pretty sure that he was also talking to himself, too. It's become a rather bad habit in my family, which makes other people wonder about our sanity. Really, though, it is just verbal processing. Many people verbally process with other people...sometimes it's called gossip. Or, as with my dad, he verbally processes audibly with himself. Sometimes Q & A going back and forth. This is probably easier for him than talking to other people, he doesn't like a lot of other people very much and most people have no idea what he is talking about anyways (what silicon rods connected to each other-how exciting!!).
I find that I also talk to myself...at least I am aware that I do this.
I was going to write about something else. I do this a lot. But, I was going to write more about identity. We've touched on this before...maybe another day.
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