My waking mind never turns off. Sometimes it’s spinning fantasy, sometimes grappling with angst or a real problem, sometimes working at puns or programming… and sometimes slipping into sleep… and I thought everybody worked that way. Then we had a son who really DID just sit in his room with his mind turned off.
“What were you thinking about”?
“Nothing.”
“No, really, everybody has something going on in their brain, so, dreaming about something? Replaying a story or D&D game? Being angry or hungry or bored, or…”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing at ALL?”
“Yeah.”
I still really can’t get a grip on how anybody can be that way.
My waking mind never turns off. Sometimes it’s spinning fantasy, sometimes grappling with angst or a real problem, sometimes working at puns or programming… and sometimes slipping into sleep… and I thought everybody worked that way. Then we had a son who really DID just sit in his room with his mind turned off.
“What were you thinking about”?
“Nothing.”
“No, really, everybody has something going on in their brain, so, dreaming about something? Replaying a story or D&D game? Being angry or hungry or bored, or…”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing at ALL?”
“Yeah.”
I still really can’t get a grip on how anybody can be that way.