It’s Thursday evening. Just another Thursday evening. I’m writing this for tomorrow morning so if you’re reading this and it’s fresh, it’s actually Friday. But through the magical teleportation of the blogosphere I am taking you back to last night.
But is it in fact, just another Thursday night?
Well, now that you mention it, it is not. What? Oh, well, yes, I was the one that mentioned it, but that’s just more blogosphere magic where I get to say things like that because you’re not here to defend yourself, and I’m actually just talking to a fictional âyouâ in my head.
What’s that? Why is a fictional “you” asking questions? Good point. Stop it.
Anyway, as I was saying … No, it is not just another Thursday night. Tonight my choir is performing. And they are performing without me.
Why are they doing that, you ask? Listen here, are you going to keep asking questions even though we’ve already established that you are a fictional representation of the you that is reading this? Oh. You are. Oh, well, okay then.
What was the question? No, I remember, why is my choir performing without me? Well, because I decided to stay home. So I’m writing about bad ADHD decisions.
Staying home wasn’t the bad decision
No, it wasn’t. It was a good one. I wish I’d made that decision earlier. See, I’ve mentioned that I’ve been ill earlier this week, right. And yesterday, well, my yesterday, your Wednesday, I felt much better. What? Yes, it was my Wednesday also, but Wednesday was yesterday for me.
So today, Thursday, your yesterday, I awoke and decided that if I could go to work and get through the day, I’d be ready to perform with the choir tonight.
In retrospect, I might have been better off staying home and resting. I made it through half the day. And I was sick when I went home. I mean really sick. My boss actually suggested that I go home. And he hates to see me get any slack.
He’s like that …
What? Yes, he’s mean, but I’m pretty mean to him too, and we usually laugh about it at the end of any job we’re on.
So, my turn for questions. Was it the right decision to see if I could get through the day? No. Should I have stayed home and rested? Yes. Would I have tried to go to choir if I had done that? Probably. Would that have been a smart thing? I don’t know.
No, wait, it would have been a wrongly made decision, whether it was the right one or not. Because it probably would have been made in haste with instant gratification as the driving factor behind it.
That’s what ADHD does
You see, I love my choir, I love the shows we do, I love getting up on stage and rocking some of the least expected songs to be heard performed by a choir.
So yes, ADHD often precludes making decisions properly. Sometimes they’re still the right decisions though. I’m just saying.
What? Oh, yes, my decision to go to work was wrong. Okay, yes, it was also made poorly as well. Okay, yes, I may still decide to go to choir tomorrow night for the final performance. What? Will that be a smart decision? … Well, ummm …. errr …. Say, shut up, you.