Everyone’s mind works a little differently. Over the weekend, I watched Dirty Dancing and posted on Facebook about my theory regarding Baby and Johnny’s relationship. I figured the couple would maybe make it a couple of years before having an amicable break-up and staying life-long friends. One of my friends had this to say: “Your mind works in mysterious ways. Anyone ever tell you this?”

The answer, of course, was, “Yeah, I’ve heard that a time or two.”

I like to joke that my mind is a weird and wacky place. Sure, it’s not the wonderland that other people have, but it’s what I’ve got. Most of the time, my mind slips to song lyrics. I also constantly have a romance novel trying to write itself in the back of my mind. When I’m by myself in the bathroom, I find myself murmuring words of dialogue. Of course, my brain won’t write the whole novel. Just a few scenes here and there. Then, the scene is gone.

When I’m in a new situation, I start worrying that the worst possible things will start to happen. It’s not a crippling fear or anything. It just makes it an occasional challenge to really reach out and social. This is frequently hilarious when I’m in situations where I find myself to be one of the most social folks in the group. Well, at least I find it hilarious. Then again, I have a weird sense of humor.

Speaking of weird senses of humor, one of the things that can get me through the occasionally less than entertaining call at work is giggling at random words they say. So what if snickering at the word “penetration” is so juvenile? Whatever gets you through the day, right? While we’re on that vein, I know I’ve mentioned that I have to have a soundtrack whenever I’m doing something. That goes for things like work as well. I don’t really deal well with silence. It just makes me twitchy. So, I’ll be at the office with my headset covering one ear and an earbud connected to my iPod in the other ear. That’s just how I roll and it works out rather well.

Right now, I’m hanging out in my room typing this while “The Fosters” plays in the background. It’s a great show, by the way. I can’t wait for the rest of the episodes to appear on Netflix. Anyway, I guess it’s what I’m used to. See, Mom always has the television running when she’s home. She’ll sit back in her chair while reading her book while the television is on in the background. I suppose I’m just used to a certain level of noise.

Sorry about that, my mind got side-tracked for a moment there. It’s just weird like that. I occasionally go on tangents. My parents used to joke about how I’d be the queen of non sequitors. I’ve gotten much better over the years of keeping on top of conversations. I try not to go too off-track. Well, at least I do my best anyway. Sometimes, it’s hard to keep from derailing the conversation because something someone said brought to mind a bit of trivia or something that I feel it necessary to share. What’s the point of hoarding knowledge if you don’t share it with others?

When I go out sometimes, I like to sit back and watch people, inventing all sorts of stories about the people and their lives. I like to theorize about the kinds of things they might get up to and what their stories might be. I guess that’s one of the things that marks me as a writer. Other things are the random flashes of inspiration I get from bits of media, like wanting to write a LARP set in the French Revolution because of the upcoming Assassin’s Creed game set in that period. It’s on the back-burner and I’m hoping to be able to get that idea moving.

I have all kinds of ideas. It’s just making them happen that becomes a challenge. My mind is great for coming up with stuff. It’s just not that great at the follow-through portion. I’ve already addressed that in Writer’s Block. Man, I need to stop repeating myself. Also, folks, do yourself a favor and check out “The Fosters.”

See what I did there?