“Temporary Insanity.” A term bandied about mostly by those who have
plunged a knife into the heart of a cheating spouse. Oops!
As opposed to another favorite of mine, “bad
judgment,” mostly professed by the spouse who cheated.
The older I get, the more instances I have where I
am convinced that I have lost my mind.
It has always tended to wander but, until recently, could usually be
counted on to return of its own volition.
These days I often have to go in search for it.
Recently, I intended to take some carrots to my
horses at the barn where they are boarded.
I walked out of my house to my car, got in, and realized I had forgotten
the key. I walked back to my house, got
the key, got in the car, drove to the barn where I realized I had forgotten the
carrots. I wanted to self-mutilate.
I sometimes wonder how soon these moments, only
individual pearls now, will one day form a complete necklace. When temporary will become permanent and
Jayne, as we know her, will have left the building. Fortunately,
I seem, for the time being anyway, to be absent of any of the violent
behavior often associated with the “insanity” part of the equation, except when
channel surfing accidently lands me on the Fox Network and I have an
overwhelming urge to throw a brick through my TV screen. But that would just be bad judgment.
Google has invented glasses that allow you to watch
yourself when having sex; the ultimate gift for the narcissist. Still, it gives me hope that our rapidly
advancing technology will soon come up with a way to keep my wandering mind in the
“temporary” zone, at least for a little while longer.
This post is
day three of the third annual“30 Minus 2 Days of Writing,” brought to you by
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