Malfunction, Need Input!
Children are slowly rotting my brain away. I don’t know how really, but I feel dumb lately. I was then pretty sharp at remembering everything. Now I find myself having to track my every move just to remember what and where did I place stuff. Maybe it’s the constant repetitions of “No, please don’t do that!” or “ Didn’t I just say not to do that?” that made my brain go haywire.
I’ve thought about Gingko Biloba, but I’m afraid I’ll forget to take that daily, so that beats the purpose. Post-It-Notes everywhere will only drive me nuts and will cause my brain to melt down even faster. I need something really bad because I have been walking around saying “Malfunction – need input” just like that robot from the movie "Short Circuit". (I just happened to rent this movie for my kiddos last week…hehe)
Well yesterday I had attended my first book club meeting since the kids came along. I have been so excited since last month, because for once in a very long-- long time I am indulging myself with one of my most favorite thing to do and even get to share and talk to people about it.
My sister once said that whenever I read a book, I get so possessed with it. And she’s right. I get this burning desire to spill my 2 cents about the book with anyone willing to listen like my husband, my friends, etc. I get a bad case of verbal diarrhea that just won’t stop. And since I don’t get verbal feedbacks, then I find myself searching and researching for more points to ponder about the author, the book, and its characters.
So imagine my excitement in going to a book club. The book we just finished and discussed was The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. I read it and absorbed every single content of the book. I was giddy with excitement that I will be hearing other people talk about. And over a few glasses of wine, we did just that. (And of course along with many other topics such as kids, parenting, etc…) I’ve been waiting for something so stimulating like this to happen, and I am looking forward to our monthly meetings.
The best part was when I got home from the book club meeting, I didn’t have the slightest urge to google on or anything about the book. Amazing in my case. Our next book is Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I can hardly wait to get started.