This Is Me – Is That You?

Sometimes when I’m trying in vain to recall  something like a person’s name or a movie title or a street name, it feels like an evil gremlin in my brain rolled a boulder over it — a boulder I can’t budge.  And only after I give up and move on down the road so to speak, will that nasty gremlin shove the boulder away and holler,  “Hey, goofy! Were you looking for this?”

Is that you too?

Then there are the past/present fact re-arrangers. Those little devils like to entertain  themselves by switching up facts for me.  Say, for instance,  I met a neighbor who introduced himself as Al and I thought he said it was short for Allen.  Two months later I learn that my neighbor’s name is actually Alfred.  Ok no problem.  But days later someone asks me what that neighbor’s name is and I tell them, “It’s Allen — but he goes by Al” because the fact re-arranging devils dashed back to the Old Info files and grabbed the Old “fact” and slapped it on top of the new fact so all I saw was Allen and not Alfred!  Now there’s mass confusion.

Is that you too?

And some brain gremlins definitely delight in the hilarity of Confusion. They will make you say the opposite of what you mean to say, causing you to mis-direct your pastor’s wife to Hooters instead of Tony Romo’s.  Or your ride will wake you up at 5 a.m. on Saturday to get you to that 5:30 P.M. (!) thing!  Yeah, the Confusin’-is-Amusin’ crew will turn midday to midnight, pull it up to pull it down, add a half cup to add a half pint or transmission fluid to brake fluid the nano-second before the words hit your tongue!  You blush and the brain gremlins get a rush.

Is that you too?

I’ve concluded that my brain stores information like a computer but my search engine needs some fixes and updates…leaving me open to retrieval of irrelevant and erroneous links.  But hey, I’ll bet there are already AI gremlins too!

So how’s your brain running today?

About RobbieAnnLewis

To me, words are like garden plants -- if planted in the right places, well-weeded, lovingly coaxed and given light, they will feed mind and spirit. I live with my boyfriend -- a man who has his own way with words -- by a bay on the Texas Gulf Coast.
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