When I find myself suddenly, overwhelmingly busy, I inevitably have an irritating mental shift. I become physically unable to make simple decisions without complicating them with a long string of "Lily-ish" thoughts.
Here is a sampling of some recent strings of useless thoughts that have run like a ticker tape through my head for the last week and a half:
Scene: The bathroom at work - a location I visit literally dozens of times a day, due to a high measures of liquid intake. Enter Lily, stage right.
There are about 12 stalls from which to choose. Which one should I go in? As a creature of habit, I'm tempted to consistently visit the same stall. The following is a transcript from my brain waves, captured by superior technology using advanced scientific techniques: [Wednesday, August 25. 14:24 hours]
"I'm inclined to visit one of the first stalls but experience tells me that those are subject to high traffic and are therefore covered in more pee and poop germs. Then there are the back stalls, which should be considered the 'business' stalls, that have only one purpose. Furthermore, I don't want to go in that stall because I can see from the strained position of the feet that there is a battle waging. So I will choose a middle stall, Far From the Maddening Crowd, different from the one I picked on my previous visit to Toilet Town."
It shouldn't take this long to choose a bathroom stall. But since I am already busy, my mind has sabotaged me with an overabundance of thoughts, adding an overly busy mind to a packed schedule.
Today when I was in there, I decided to give into an odd impulse and fold the toilet paper into a little triangle - like they do in the hotels. That might be my calling card from now on. When I next visit, I will know if someone has been in that stall since me.
I might be one of the most brilliant people who regularly visits the bathroom. Let me know if you need some help choosing the stall that's right for you.
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