I don’t think I have ADHD, I would never pawn my inability to get anything done on something as scientific and medically treatable as ADHD, but let it be know that I am easily distracted.
I chalk this up to being a creative with lots of ideas and not nearly enough time in the day. Let it be said however that if I had a device that allowed me to stop time for a few hours every day so I could get stuff done, I would spend those ill-gotten hours searching for drawings of Sebastian Michaelis in awe of a cat.
I bring this up because I realize that distracted me is a large part of who I am, and when I get focused, like completing this post or writing stories or remind some twit why Kubrick’s The Shining has no place anywhere near a respectable Stephen King movie collection, I’m an unstoppable force of determination, research and cutting wit.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear someone crinkling tin foil.
(This post is proving to myself that I don’t need an over-reaching, deeply dramatic, metaphoric sampling of my life to fill space on my own damn blog.)