Now, this may not be the best solution ever for solving the gay marriage issue, but it’s something my ADHD mind came up with that I guarantee a person who thinks along logical, straight lines might never imagine. Our minds simply work in different ways.
I came up with the thought in bed this morning, while reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s new book Committed, about the entire marriage concept. She talks at length about why we get married, the failure rate of 50% that would never be tolerated in any other government run program, and our ongoing desire to ‘get married.’ It makes me wonder why on earth people don’t scrap this institution, and come up with a new one that works.
I can’t tell you how many times I get to around 10 or 11am and think to myself, ‘What am I supposed to be doing? I feel like I am running in circles!,’ only to realize that once again I have forgotten to take my ADHD meds. It should not be that hard — I mean I take them every day, yet still somehow I manage to get through 5 or 6 hours of my day before realizing the mistake.
And then if I have therapy, well, what do I tell my doctor? I can’t remember my moods yesterday, let alone a week ago. How am I supposed to know what affected my moods throughout the week?
I can’t begin to explain how hard it is at times for me to focus. To sit down, and get going on what I need to do. But when I do – look out – because I can do a lot to make the world a better place. Unfortunately, it’s so difficult to get to that place these days because there is an ongoing bombardment of distractions that seem to get greater by the day.
Research has shown that if you work in an office environment you get interrupted about once every 8 minutes. And that it takes 4-5 minutes to refocus after an interruption. And those are just studies on the general population!
There was SO MUCH misunderstanding going on and it absolutely baffled me. I was being told on the one hand this person really cared for me and on the other finding all the evidence in the world to challenge it.
I was banging my head against the wall day after day after day trying to figure out what exactly was going on.