My mind would wander off, usually while I was in a conversation with some other body. I would be looking in the other person’s direction sure, probably even looking in their eyes, but in my mind, I was buying crazy shit with my millions, rounding second base at Wrigley Field or...rounding third base at 30, 000 feet.
When the other person paused or altogether stopped talking –a cue for me to insert some sort of response-- I would nod as if in full accord and say, “Absolutely” or “hell yeah,” not knowing what had been said or, even worse, what I had just agreed on.
Then they would lean in and say, “Don’t forget what we talked about,” as we parted ways.
Oh shit. I thought. I really need to stop doing that.
But I didn’t stop. To this day, I still daydream. Nothing has changed.
What has changed is the content of my daydreams.
A few nights ago,