Through the narrow paths and lousy traffic, I raced my way to work. Amidst all that chaos and people giving wrong path indicators, music is my saving grace. The ride to work is always an adventure; rude people, potholes, broken roads, heavy traffic, people coming at you, taking the wrong side, man! It is one hell of a ride.
That’s when my mind gets to work. There are days when I take a pen and paper, sit down to write and absolutely nothing comes up. Nada. But when I’m on my bike, there’s an overflow of deep nonsensical thoughts. Alas! Mind doesn’t have a clipboard to paste ideas and my memory is abysmal. If you ever want to ask me about important dates, don’t.
Back to the subject, I was halfway there and an idea for a blog post struck me in this traffic hell hole. Good job, brain. It was so good, the subconscious kept adding more to the subject and by the time I regained my senses, I was at the parking lot.
“It’s a good day after all.”
I rushed to my desk, searched for a pen, then for paper, then for my desk and then for what I was supposed to write.
You win, brain.
“First you almost try to kill me when I’m driving then you lose the idea. Ugh!”
But seriously, don’t ask me if I remember things.