I’m a right brain person in a left brain world. This is a fact; I’ve been tested. Initially, I was heartened by these results, by proof that, yes, I did indeed have a brain. Albeit one so functionally lopsided I should lean precariously to the right.
Most people are left brain dominant or, at the very least, have the benefit of a functioning left lobe. I don’t. I am bereft of logic and there isn’t a practical bone in my body. My decisions are no more than hunches, I don’t do a cool, reasoned analysis of the facts or waste time on details. This, ladies and gentlemen, is how I wound up with a 5-year warranty on a 3-year lease. Among other absurdities.
It explains a bunch of things, actually. Why I’m labeled a scatterbrained troublemaker, for example. Why I color outside the lines and get bored stiff in structured environments and chose to major in English, instead of chemical engineering. That last one, the English part, baffles people. With so many lucrative options, why pick a dead-end like English? I don’t know.
Neither do I know why I’m in this blunk. That’s a word I made up, blunk, shorthand for blog funk. I have plenty of time, a working computer, a sunny day, everything I need to bang out a fairly decent post. Everything except an idea and words, those are missing.
Please bear with me. Thank you.
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