My Weird Mind
Have you ever thought of something once while doing something and then, ever after, had that same thought while doing that same thing? I’ll explain. When I was in Alabama earlier this summer, I was putting on some concealer (shocking, I know) and I had this crazy thought that I was putting on war paint, you know, like an Native American, for example. I don’t know why I thought that. So now, whenever I put on concealer, I feel like I’m putting on my war paint again. Who knows why minds work this way? Maybe it’s like an earworm song. Sometimes if I have one of those stuck in my head and I make myself sing it aloud it stops repeating in my head. So what’s the solution here? I know, next time I’m putting on concealer I’ll just let out a war whoop or two. Maybe that’ll take care of it.

I think that my sanity is slipping.