Despite knowing I have ADHD, I still routinely worry that I’m somehow a villainous mastermind who tricked a professional into giving me a diagnosis in order to get away with being lazy (Trauma recovery is a non-linear bitch.) or whatever the fuck.
And then nights like tonight happen where I’ll be reading a book on my phone, find a word I’m not familiar with, use the built in feature to look it up, think “ah, that’s cool”, decide I want to know the root origin of the word, look that up, “oh neat, I didn’t know those words were related,” find myself on a random Wikipedia page about a type of coral that eats jellyfish, springboard from there onto reading about the Great Barrier Reef only to find out there’s some scandal going on with marine ecologists, fall deeper down the rabbit hole into another Wikipedia article while researching said scandal, surface briefly on another article about pufferfish—pause and wonder, ‘what was I doing?’—something to do with roots… roots… roots—shit, I forgot to water the bonsai tree this morning, I’ll go do that now, oh, where’s the watering can? I’ll just find a jug in the kitchen, oh hey I left the butter out I should put that away, oh and the sugar needs to go in the pantry, oh hey, potato chips, did I eat dinner? I think I did but I’m hungry… wait, what was I doing?
Which is how you now find me stood in my kitchen at 2am eating potato chips and scrolling through my browser history trying to piece together the how and the why I got here and only just now remembering I was reading a book about ADHD, and ricocheted off from there like a pinball propelled by linguistic curiosity.