Rocky road ice cream. How’s that for intrusive? And unwelcome. Totally welcome in that I’d love to have some, and totally unwelcome in that I really shouldn’t, and we don’t have any in the house anyway.
Thanksgiving. I love Thanksgiving. And Christmas. I love holidays in general. So when I’m working, which is rarely on a holiday, though I did put in quite a few hours on Veteran’s Day, I’m likely to think of Thanksgiving. Or Christmas. Or Arbor Day, which is a totally misunderstood holiday.
My dog. He’s sitting in my spot on the couch, sound asleep, all curled up. If I weren’t pretending to be working I’d be sitting next to him so he could sleep with his head on me. He likes that.
Snow. And how glad I am I’m not in it. I mean, it’s pretty, but it’s cold.
Biscuits. I’m not even sure where that came from.
I spend quite a bit of my time dealing with these sorts of intrusive thoughts, things that just pop in and out of my head no matter what I’m doing. Sometimes they won’t pop out again easily though, like the rocky road ice cream. That will stay with me until I beg my poor husband to go out and get me some. At least that’s been my experience. It’s like eating silk, especially that first right-off-the-top-almost-melting bite, and then the crunchy nuts, and the soft marshmallow.
My doctor would be displeased.
There’s an intrusive thought for you.
Sometimes I can keep all the intrusive thoughts out when I’m working on getting something done, and it’s challenging work, but if I’m on a deadline . . . that’s when the intrusive thoughts are worse, though one would hope they’d be less likely to cause problems. That’s not how they work though. They come along when they’re least wanted, but at least they’re pleasant enough.
Over the weekend I was supposed to be working, but instead I let the intrusive thoughts have the run of the place, thinking that if I let them out for a bit, they’d behave once the week started. I’m trying to fit five days of work into three, so a little space would be good. But it didn’t work.
My brain has a mind of its own.
A beautiful mess 
The lumpy bits in rocky road just interrupt the silkiness of the chocolate. Like intrusive thoughts, but in my mouth. Some nice, smooth chocolate fudge ice cream though? Silky chocolate interrupted by the even more luxurious fudge stripes – that’s the ticket. Although on a Tuesday, the possibility of 1/2 a granola bar stashed in the console of my car is enough to derail my work ethic. My brain seems to have a stomach of its own.
I should feel lucky that the most silky product that I consume is my tea with honey and maybe a bit of lime or lemon juice…
But sometimes I talk to myself all day. Now that’s intrusive – having to listen to myself all day 🙂
I don’t work anymore but have to read instructions and learn things I should have learned long ago like what exactly is a low and high pressure the weather man is talking about and what kind of tree is that. Thank goodness for books. I’m grateful to be retired and have lots of time to read about other peoples lives. Hugs 🙂