Have you ever tried tacos at a taco stand?
They’re unbelievably delicious — unlike anything you’d eat at a “proper” restaurant (or at a Taco Bell!).
That’s where I am.
Eating the most spicy salsa ever and the crispiest chips, while the two soft tacos wait their turn.
As I look around I see colleagues, families, tourists, college kids, cyclists, Hummer and hybrid drivers … I look at the road at the cyclists and hear the loud Norteno music but I’m not really listening or seeing … my mind has already time traveled to Cancun, planing a sun-kissed vacation.
My mind does that often.
While I’m driving the car, watching TV, listening to someone utterly boring, eating, reading, showering…
My eyes just glaze over and I’m either revisiting moments in time — happy, sad, disturbing, joyous — or contemplating an upcoming meeting, vacation, conversation, lunch…
Unless it’s something really compelling, moving, or engaging I find my mind dissociating from the situation very rapidly.
It doesn’t want to pay attention.
Like an easily distractible two-year-old. Eyes and attention following the next shiny object, the next fancy gadget, the next new person.
Always seeking a new stimulation.
From the past and the future. Constantly flitting about like a bee. But bees are hard purposeful workers.
My mind is more like aimless wanderer.
Not content. Never appeased.
One thought triggering the next until it becomes a series of intertwined but disconnected images, ideas, memories, and hypotheses.
My mind knows no rest.
And it knows no bounds.
In a matter of milliseconds I am in South Africa, hopping over to India, then to Norway, and from there to Belize.
In a moment I am a three-year old on my first day to school transformed into a teenager not ready to deal with her femininity.
I relive the arguments I had with mom and the strategic discussions I need to have with my manager.
I am in Kauai and in Thun.
I’m in cold, snowed-under Iowa and the lazy beaches of Negril, Jamaica.
I’m in an aeroplane and in a train.
I hear the waterfall and the ambulance. Wait, what ambulance? I’ve never been in one.
Why do I hear that siren then?
Oh, that’s in the here and now.
That’s right…lunch.
Tacos.
Try them at a taco stand sometime.
This has been another one of those Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays posts — a blog carnival started by Duane Scott and adopted in earnest by yours truly. You can read some other pleasantly disturbed posts for this week, here.

Yes, you are definitely ADD.
Welcome to the club.
“listening to someone utterly boring” SNORT!
“I’m in cold, snowed-under Iowa” Make it a reality!
Loved this post as usual.
Well, ya know I call it like I see it — some people are just too boring!
Yeah, I need to go back and visit Iowa … miss the place and the people (although, not the cold).
You zipped past a couple of times on the monitor as I read too!…LOL