Believe it or not, I thought I was a fairly focused and attentive individual until I met Scott. I guess, given that I grew up with three sisters AND attended an all female high school, I had spent so much of my formidable years surrounded by like minds that I had not noticed that perhaps I could be a wee bit, shall we say, scattered?
So imagine my surprise when Scott would often interrupt my
Of course, I can sometimes recognize my wandering mind when I speak. Often, I can actually catch myself, stop and finish my original thought before moving on. Mind you, it has become much worse since I had kids. But I blame that on a variety of hormones and the fact that I constantly have thoughts like, "has everyone gone potty" and "I need to get teacher gifts" floating around in my subconscious.
Regardless, if I were a kid today they would probably label my distractedness with some sort of acronym, accompanied by some sort of pharmaceutical aid. Thankfully, we all know better.
Although, perhaps that pharmaceutical aid...