Every day

 I must think f stuff to write every other minute of every day. My mind drifts in and out, over, under around and through so many different things.

I am not, what is that new buzz word.. neurodiverse...new new buzzword to explain people who have ADHD or are Autistic or have several other things about them that make them different, or diverse, from regular, just plain simple folks who putter around in their daily lives thinking not too much and not too little about everything.

No biggie. But there are times, especially when I need to go to sleep, that my brain does not stop or shut down and I lie in bed thinking thousands of strange things. Songs. Jingles. Different endings to movies or books. Old boyfriends. Old friends who have either gone away or died. Yes, died.

The other day I finally found my old kindergarten class photo that J had put away to be safe. Took me several weeks to find it. I could name every single person in it except for two girls I don't recall ever seeing in my life. Or maybe I just didn't care who they were.

There are plenty of people like that. They are discarded because I just don't care. Or want to. Or need to. Or they were just so immemorable that they fell to the wayside.

I will say this much--I hope they are alive and well and happy, wherever they are or whoever they are.

I just don't remember them.

But I refuse to stare up at my bedroom ceiling and wonder who the heck they were and why I didn't know them in Kindergarten.