LAB

I've been known to have random connections occur in my head. For instance, a prime example consists of the infamous "LAB" incident of 2006. My friend Ben walks into my room and asks me a couple of questions about something that I deemed "inconsequential" in my mind, and have therefore forgotten. Regardless, he continues talking to me; however, that day, I had a lot on my mind. I had been working on a big lab for my chemistry class, and needed to finish. Ben then asked me a question, probably pertaining to something along the lines of "Could you explain how time works?" but I'm not sure. In my head, I thought the following (what happens in my head is italicized:

Ok self, I need to answer Ben's question

Blah blah blah blah answers blah blah intelligence blah blah

Wow, self, Ben sure is taking up precious time right now

Blah Blah blah blah crap blah junk blah pointless

I wish Ben would do his homework or something in his room

Blah blah blah

Homework...I have this huge lab to finish up

Blah blah blah

I really need to finish this now

LAB

I then proceed to turn to the computer and start working on my project again, fully focused and unaware that Ben is still standing there, shocked that I just suddenly stopped talking to him. Somehow I bring myself back to the real world, turn, and stare at Ben and ask "Did I just stop talking to you?". Its been a joke ever since.

I do weird things in my head sometimes. When I was younger...and still...I find myself planning escape strategies from places. I'll be sitting at a diner and think, "Ok, if that dude turns the table over in a fierce rage, and that lady smashes her glass on his head, I can kick that man in the face and sprint out the back door." No joke. I'm crazy. I don't feel too alone in this because I know there are others out there that feel what I do because I've talked to you about it.

Then I found this comic.

I have nothing else to add.

*Ok, now I have something else to add. I'm an idiot. Funny thing, when I was writing this, I couldn't remember whether it was Ben or Brad who I actually talked to, and I had used Brad at first. Apparently I was wrong because I just got a phone call from Ben Blake that says otherwise. Thus, I have changed all the Brad's to Ben's and ask for forgiveness. Ben, it was you who I completely ignored in my room that day and began the glorious joke of "lab", and apparently I am a forgetful story teller. I will have to work on these things.
Also, Brent called literally 10 seconds after I hung up with Ben. Apparently 10am is the time to call.