Public Transit
If you were to stand on a moving bus and shout the soliloquy from Act III, scene i of Hamlet-- the "To be, or not to be...speech"--through a bullhorn, there is a pretty good chance that the people you pass will have no idea what you are saying. Some might think you are talking about sleeping, while others think you are talking about weapons. Over all, people are pretty likely to think you are some sort of ass.
My mind moves like a train on a rail with hundreds of little switches: it's always changing direction. One image or phrase can set off a chain of memories and ideas that seem unrelated. On the upside, that makes it useful for me to employ mnemonic devices like rhymes or acronyms to recall information quickly. The disadvantage to thinking like this is that an outside observer has no idea where the hell I am coming from with things that I say. So, I have to backtrack for people sometimes. In a forum, or in chat, that's not an easy thing to do.
So, following the transit analogy...I was in motion, like a bus, but the people in the forum were like the people at a bus stop. They only saw what I was processing in intervals, and by the time I had arrived at my conclusion and moved on, the conversation had taken on a whole other meaning. I left out the middle.
Thankfully, the guy who ate my liver for it decided to cut me a break this time. I'm pretty happy about it. I hate the idea of leaving such a clever bunch--especially when I've just settled in.
I'm back to work at Alliance this week. I do so love it.
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