The Nothing Box

As I'm sitting here, thinking about what I could possibly scribble here before I completely pass out, I'm realizing that I am in a very awkward situation.

I am in my Nothing Box. I was honestly thinking about nothing.

Now, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I will explain. There is a theory going around about the difference between men's brains and women's brains. Apparently, the mind of the average male is made up of tiny compartments where information is stored. There is a box for work, for class, for the wife and kids, for their hobbies, etc. And these boxes do not touch. The contents do not mix, they do not work together, they do not interact whatsoever. When a man is in one of his boxes, do not try to link it to another box's information because there will be a severe disconnect. And one of these boxes is called the Nothing Box, because honestly there are times when guys are thinking about absolutely nothing. And this baffles women because that never happens to us! With women's brains, everything is connected in a single wire of information. There is no separation between any subjects or situation, no difference between talking about family and then connecting it to work and to buy new shoes. Everything is in one continuous motion, thus a woman never stops thinking about anything. Our minds are constantly whirling at a delirious pace as we analyze and micromanage every piece of information we take in.

And yet, here I sit, having just recently left the Nothing box within my own head and now I am confused. How did I access that magical place? And how did it get there in the first place? Did I jack some dude's Nothing Box by accident? How did I go about doing that?! And if I do have someone's Nothing Box, then how in the world is he surviving! Because I have come to realize that this Nothing Box is essential to the survival of the average male. They cannot function without it.

This Nothing Box business is rather relaxing! But disturbing at the same time because... well, I'm a girl. Clearly. So I shouldnt be capable of such an action. Does this make me... superhuman?? I'm doing the impossible apparently. That's pretty dang cool.

WATCH OUT! Amanda, the suuuuperhuman is coming through. Is it an ostrich? Is it a UFO?? NO! It's Amanda!! Tackling the world of productivity one thoughtless moment at a time!

*POW* *WHAM* *MALARKY* Taking down intelligent thought with her Nothing Box of Justice!

Beware of...

I went into my Box again during that sentence and I can't remember where I was going with that... So we'll just leave it I suppose. Consider it proof.

HUZZAH!

(does this make me dude-like? Because I'm not sure I'm okay with that... I'm too young to have a mid-life crisis, let alone an identity crisis, or any crisis whatsoever! Shoot...)