I think the most inappropriate thoughts at the most inopportune times. Sometimes I have to try to keep my thoughts off my face to avoid a slap in the face or a bop on the nose or just an angry response. If I don’t write, my mind expends its excess creativity coming up with elaborate disaster scenarios most of which feature awful things of varying degrees happening to me and those I love. Another way my mind misbehaves is that it won’t stay focused. If a task at work or a conversation or a movie doesn’t hold my mind’s attention, off my mind goes considering a problem in the latest thing I am writing…thinking about what It will have me say in response in the conversation…planning where to go to lunch or supper after the movie. I probably would have been labeled ADD in school if such a diagnosis existed when I was a kid. Sometimes my mind just has me stare into outerspace; I tell myself that it is putting things together for my next writing project.
And yes, it is kind of schizophrenic to think of my mind as a separate entity. It’s nice to have someone else to blame when things go (as Terry Pratchett might say) pear-shaped. What would you expect from someone who attributes personalities to his clothes? {...besides that he might need medication :-) }