Crazy

This morning, I was frantically looking for a record I thought I had misplaced. This is no different from a lot of other days; apparently my mind is too busy thinking of something else, or a dozen things else, to focus on one thing alone. I walked over to the set of shelves I thought I'd find it at. One of my colleagues, a middle-aged lady who sits next to those shelves in the office where I work asked me what I was looking for. She sits in the same place each day (I'm not saying anything new, am I?) so she watches me go through this routine pretty often. I mentioned what I was looking for. She said, well, calm down, it can't go anywhere out of the bounds of this office anyway so it's here somewhere, it'll come to our attention sometime or the other. I smiled across at her, but as usual, I continued to scan the shelves anyway. After watching me for a bit, as if addressing the room at large, she said, you know, if you don't take it easy one of these days you'll go crazy.

I smiled again.

Little does she know, I'm already there.