My class teacher is very wise in teaching the class Disaster Management, especially when I'm a part of her class. A perfect example.
I woke up. It was Sunday. I felt lazy. I went back to sleep. I got up again. I felt lazy. I got up. I went to get myself a glass of milk. The milk was yet to be boiled. I boiled it. I tried to pour it into a glass. It went everywhere except into my glass. I just left it. I walked out of the kitchen and hit my leg on the wall while doing so.
I felt hungry. I came back into the kitchen. I found some bread. I put it in a plate and eased myself on the sofa. I wasn't comfortable. I brought my leg down. I heard the sound of shattering glass as i felt something cold on my leg for a second. I had broken a glass. I just left it.
I felt bored. I wanted my ball. I remembered playing upstairs. I flew up the stairs, landed in the first floor and stopped. "Why had I come up?" After a second, "Oh! To find my ball"
I felt thirsty. I flew back down. I landed and paused. "Why did I come down." After a second, "Oh! To drink water"
I wanted to listen to music. I connected the net and opened you-tube. It loaded. I moved my hand to the mouse. I paused. "What did i want on you-tube?" After a second, "Oh! I wanted to listen to a song."
You may think I'm silly but I'm not. I think it's just that my mind is more irrepressible than me. It doesn't want to stay quiet. But I don't require much effort to concentrate on one thing. I don't know. I don't have to tell my mind to stop wandering and listen to the biology lesson. But I do have to tell him to remind me what I came upstairs for. The only real place it doesn't happen is the toilet. I always know what I have gone to the toilet for.(thank god)