Sometimes I have the ability to see into the future. I see Future Me, deciding at the last minute to make mac ‘n cheese for dinner. (Because mac ‘n cheese is what I make at the last minute.)
Future Me is in a hurry. She’s a little frazzled. She grabs the box from the pantry and rushes to the stove. While she is trying to do a thousand other things, she grabs the box and starts to tear it open.
And then she stops (even though she does NOT have time to stop). She sees the partially-already-opened box and shakes her head, trying to remember if she already started to open it.
She knows she didn’t.
But maybe she did.
Oh how she despises these what-happened-three-minutes-ago-I-have-no-earthly-idea moments.
She probably did open it.
But what if she didn’t. What if some scary person opened it before she bought it and replaced the shells with, like, poison noodles???
She doesn’t want to be crazy.
But what if this is THE one time when her Brand of Crazy would save the lives of her entire family?
Being crazy or dying of pasta poisoning. It’s a tough decision for people like her.
But Now Me had mercy and spared Future Me all this weeknight drama. I opened it. Then I decided we were going to have something else. So I put it back in the pantry. But I wrote a note to Future Me right on the box.
No, you didn’t just open it five minutes ago. No, you are not the victim of attempted murder.
Just read the note, calm down, and feed that family.
Do you suffer from your own special Brand of Crazy??