I’m not the smartest person out there, and I’ve never been very good at ‘living in the moment’. Even now as a responsible adult, I’m never really aware of what’s going on when it’s going on. It has to do with being a daydreaming expert, but it’s also ingrained from childhood.
Example: The first time we had show-and-tell in kindergarten, I had no idea what the protocol was. Apparently we were supposed to bring green things, and that morning there was this whole table up front just chock full of cool green things.
The teacher (Mrs. Spindler?) said something like, “Who wants to share something?” Well, I certainly wanted to share something – how about one of those cool green things on the table? There seemed to be plenty.
I circled the table a few times and made my choice – a green hand mirror. I held it up to show and perhaps tell something about it and Barbara Stroud shrieked, “That’s my mirror!”
What the what? We were supposed to show what we brought? But – I didn’t bring anything…… Mass shame ensued, but I’ve successfully blocked that out.