I’m with zsazsa – I’ve always been proud of the fact that I was never bored, because I had my wandering thoughts to entertain me! In fact, there was probably a time in my life when I would have never considered myself to be ADD because I was not bored; in my view it was the ADD folks who were prone to boredom, because they were always so restless, and craving excitement. I guess that’s the hyperactive component, which I don’t have.
I suppose you could say my brain is restless, because it definitely meanders!
DaniV, I like your descripton of “one foot in, one foot out” regarding your diagnosis, because that’s been me the last year, even after I got the diagnosis six months ago. What’s funny is my husband was the less convinced of the two of us that I had it, until 1) The doctor diagnosed me, and 2) I went on meds and 3) he started reading the books I was bringing home from the library. Now he is 100% sold, to the point that I’ll turn to him for reassurance when I sometimes get the notion I’ve been barking up the wrong tree.
Which still happens, for all kinds of reasons. And while the meds do help me, I’m still prone to my old ways; there are habits associated with the way my mind has worked all these years, and at age 46 those habits get pretty tightly twisted around my day.
In fact, last night I mentioned this topic to my husband, because it’s still of great interest to me, this notion of what other people’s minds are doing all day long. I still have trouble believing that people don’t – at least some of the time – let their thoughts drift about. I mean, folding laundry, come on! It’s so boring, so repetitive! What do you think about when you fold the laundry? I asked my husband last night, and guess what? He said “I think about folding the laundry: This goes in that pile, this goes in this pile…”
Oh my god! Really? I just find that ASTONISHING. But it explains why he gets it done so quickly. It takes me a minimum of a half-hour to fold and put away a single basket of laundry. Ironing and/or spraying and hanging wrinkled items not included. And that’s if I’m on meds and doing it properly, as in, folding and sorting it upstairs on the bed, standing up, instead of schlepping multiple baskets downstairs to fold sitting front of the TV, which was how I typically did it, and sometimes still do, because I don’t WANT to have to focus on Just the Laundry, because, well, UGH!
I can tell I’m getting obsessed with this topic, so for now I’ll post and…hey, I’ll think about it some more while I fold the laundry! 