Twenty Minute Brain Dump

My mind is very unsettled right now, so I’m going to attempt a 20 minute brain dump. It probably won’t fix my head, but it will be fun to see what falls out, right?

Twenty minutes of writing - whatever happens happens. 

Aaaaaand go…

(I’ve attempted 20 minute brain dumps before, but I always cheat. Wait… are there even any rules? Not really. But I kind of imagine that a bloggy brain dump means you have to publish and deal with whatever you write. You can’t go back and edit afterward, and you must absolutely stop writing when the timer goes off! And in previous brain dumps, I have not always obeyed those unofficial rules. This time I will. I swear. Maybe. Am I wasting my twenty minutes on this parenthetical paragraph? Dang. I am). 

I just ate a PB&J sandwich, and I really want to brush my teeth, but it’s too soon post-sandwich. I need to give my teeth some time. As I wait, I have Korean taco and PB&J breath. That’s not a good way to end the day.

But is that what’s making my mind all a-jumble? No. 

Nevertheless I look forward to a date with my toothbrush and possibly some Listerine. 

One thing bothering me today is that I’ve been very burdened by other people not returning text messages. I’m frustrated. And then I got on Instagram tonight and saw a post from Emily Belle Freeman (whom I don’t even follow, but that’s what Instagram desires to show me this round) where she shared a screenshot of a text message, and she had 301 unread texts. It made me feel crazy. 

I can’t stop thinking about the fact that if I texted Emily Belle Freeman, she probably wouldn’t text me back. Because she is the kind of person who has 301 unread texts.

Okay, I’m suddenly realizing that this is what’s ailing me. It’s the texts. My unanswered texts. And hers. Hers put me over the edge. 

I struggle with people who don’t respond to texts. In my mind there is a list of people I don’t trust because they have left me hanging by not responding to texts. Today I had to attempt to correspond with TWO of those people. I was already pre-stressed just having to attempt to communicate with them because I know what to expect. Have either of them replied? Nope. How many hours has it been? Sixteen hours for Person #1 and fourteen hours for Person #2. The first person is leaving me hanging. The second person is leaving my child hanging. Which is all the more frustrating. 

Wow. And there went twenty minutes. My timer just went off, and this is what you get. 

Do the world a favor and respond to your texts! Kthanxbye.

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And here is where I break the unofficial Brain Dump Rules and come back to make a clarification. My frustration lies with consistent offenders. Missing a text message every now and then is forgivable. But let’s keep it rare, mmmkay?