Let me take you through a series of incidents here.
When I am arguing with my friends on a political topic, and when I am in the verge of winning it, in that intense moment, I get zoned out. I am teleported to another dimension like they show in the Interstellar movie. What do you think happens next? I smile, err, no, I grin as if I won the argument but what actually happened was the opposite and my friend called me nuts and a new argument began.
When I am watching a match, football match to be precise, the husband walks away for picking up the juice can from the fridge. I always watch TV like there are people sitting in it/ playing in it/ sleeping in it; both eyes peering and giving it the most attention possible. Well, when the husband comes back running I realize his favourite team just scored. I blink twice, thrice and look at him. He stiffens his brows and then I know, I was zoned out again. How could I do that in the middle of an abso-beeping-lutely thrilling match? O’Keefe or the Moser duo should tell me.
Zombie Zone, will be back to human arena in 3 2 1 0.... @@@ |
When I am watching a match, football match to be precise, the husband walks away for picking up the juice can from the fridge. I always watch TV like there are people sitting in it/ playing in it/ sleeping in it; both eyes peering and giving it the most attention possible. Well, when the husband comes back running I realize his favourite team just scored. I blink twice, thrice and look at him. He stiffens his brows and then I know, I was zoned out again. How could I do that in the middle of an abso-beeping-lutely thrilling match? O’Keefe or the Moser duo should tell me.
Now, dig on this one. I am in the middle of a driving lesson; I am being taught, if you were wondering. The instructor, very kind and patient urged me to practice on a highway on the second day I touched a real steering wheel. What confidence?! I was driving like a pro, until I spotted that hairy (Hay hay), devil faced, yellow truck that came straight at me. I didn't panic, nor did I brake. I just stared into the yellow eternity for what seemed forever and meanwhile the instructor had her side of the brakes hit at the right moment after yelling at me for what seemed like a hundred times (for her) and I zoned in when my hand hit the horn. The instructor’s expression was priceless.
That would be me in reality had she not hit the brakes :P |
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A Joyous December begins :) |
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Now that was a good one :) :)
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Thank youuuuuu V! :))
DeleteI would call zoning out as mind wandering. It is not a bad thing. It might lead to creative insights.
ReplyDeleteThanks SG... I am glad to hear that :)))
Deletehahahhahahah I LOVE YOU. I zone out in the middle of a court session. I am a terrible lawyer.
ReplyDeleteYayyy!!! hi-fiveyyy Red! :) :) I wonder how you would react when you zone in :D B-)
DeleteAwesome post. So funny. Just loved reading it. Appreciate your concept. Thank u for the share,.
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch, Shreya! :) Do drop by often :)
DeleteInspired from Walter Mitty?
ReplyDeleteI thought Ben Stiller stole my story !!! o_O :D Nevertheless, I love that movie! :)
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