...no that is not the title of a cheesy sci-fi film....it's referring to my BRAIN!
Ever find yourself driving down the road and totally come to yourself and realize that you not only passed up your turn, but actually forgot where you were going because you had a brilliant insight two miles into the trip and suddenly you were contemplating the whole meaning of human existence or get some amazing insight about something you didn't know you knew, like how to cure a disease or start a school or teach Tommy to read where everyone else has failed? Or maybe you don't even know where your thoughts were but you were onto something before that guy pulled out in front of you and nearly caused an accident?
Welcome to my head.
I get an idea stuck in my head and I just can't let go of it. I dig it to death and don't know why I keep digging! I waste time [according to all of the STJs in my life] on mountains of esoterically-minded stuff and philosophical ponderings. [My ESTJ aunt accuses me of playing. She has no concept of where those hair-brained ideas, sometimes brilliant insights, come from.] I stay up late digging into MBTI even though, for the most part, it has no "practical" purpose in my life, other than the fact that I've just got to get to the bottom of this thing. It nags at me like an eternal itch.
An idea will get stuck in my head and no matter what--I can't get away from it! It nags at my brain, driving me to just dig it to death, to get to the root of it, but when I get to the root of it, there is another root and sometimes, there is a whole network of roots underground, all running in different directions to support a single plant but I have to keep digging until I find the purpose of the plant and why it's so important that it has so many connected roots. [this is a metaphor, btw].
Maybe that is why martial arts appeals to me? Maybe it's because there is no end to the understanding. Maybe that is why cosmology appeals and spirituality. Maybe that is why genealogy appeals and astronomy and the theory of relativity and anything that requires me to continue digging. Who knows? But all these things are connected and while it seems to the observer like I'm going in a million directions, I'm really going in one. I'm constantly looking for that overall, purpose. I'm looking for the single source and even then, I must continue to dig at the source. [Scoot over @highlander there can only be one...just had to mess with you. Call it comic relief. haha.]
It's a good thing I'm a little nuts or else this would have driven me crazy by now
So...everybody...what's your source of crazy?