There is no filter in my brain. I’m sitting there, trying to do something but I cant focus because I can’t shut anything out. I hear every sound: the drip of the faucet, the tick of the clock and whatever that weird clicking noise is. I feel the fabric on my skin, the fan, the pressure of the chair against my legs. What’s that clicking? I smell the shampoo I used, my husband’s coffee, I wonder what my daughter just microwaved? Smells good. What’s that clicking noise?! I see the flutter of the curtain out of the corner of my eye and have to look up at it to be sure nothing is coming at me. What is clicking?! Man, my daughter’s food smells good. Every stimulus leads to a thought. Each thought can tumble into a rabbit hole of rushing ideas. Got to fix that faucet. Man that clock is loud. Who knew clocks were so loud? Why are they so loud? Wonder if they all make the same noise. What is that clicking? That coffee smells so nice. But coffee is a lie. It never tastes as good as it smells… and on and on and on like that.
Zebra Pig 