Surrealism...
Weirdest thing just happened, as the lamest stories usually begin, but in this case it really was weird.
I'm on the phone, ordering Chinese take-out, and when the guy asks me for my phone number, I spout some random stream of numbers that in no way resembles my own phone number. It wasn't until I was done reciting the number that I thought, and at the same time my husband pointed out, that the number I'd just given the guy was NOT my phone number. The number WAS a local phone number, as identified by the prefix 489, but I don't have a local number; I have a cell phone.
After correcting myself to the Chinese guy, and hanging up, my husband and I looked at each other in amazement. I couldn't figure out where the number had come from; it wasn't anyone's number that I know, and now-a-days I don't even memorize numbers. I just use my cell phone. Dumbfounded, I was going to call it to see who answered. Jon had a better idea and checked the internet. Would you believe it? It was the phone number to the temp job I had 6 months ago. The one about which I posted in my LJ that I had the distinct impression they were going to fire me, and then they did.
I don't even remember memorizing that phone number. It's not like I ever called it. And when/if I did, I had it memorized in my cell phone, so I didn't dial it. But the weirdest thing is, as I was reciting the number to the Chinese guy, that number felt more natural to me than my own number. I just spouted it off like I'd been saying it every day of my life.
This brings to mind other weird mental things that have happened to me in the last few years. The first one was five minutes lost at a Burger King in San Luis Obispo. Jon and Mike were eating dinner with me and one minute we were chatting away and the next they were looking at me like I'd just grown a wart on my nose. Supposedly I'd zoned out, right there, with my eyes wide open. I'd also supposedly said some things that, after I woke up out of this "zoned out" time, didn't remember saying. That was the first documented zoning out, and there've been a couple others, not a lot. But this one is probably the weirdest. Cause I was awake, conscious, but what I was saying wasn't what I wanted to say. It wasn't even something I knew I knew!
We've all had mis-spoken words. Times where what comes out of our mouths is not what we intended to say. I do it occassionally too. It's particularly risky for me to read and talk at the same time. I'll often accidentally slip a word in that I was reading and then have to correct myself. But this... this last time... That was just not right. Almost odd enough to think I need to see a doctor.
I'm on the phone, ordering Chinese take-out, and when the guy asks me for my phone number, I spout some random stream of numbers that in no way resembles my own phone number. It wasn't until I was done reciting the number that I thought, and at the same time my husband pointed out, that the number I'd just given the guy was NOT my phone number. The number WAS a local phone number, as identified by the prefix 489, but I don't have a local number; I have a cell phone.
After correcting myself to the Chinese guy, and hanging up, my husband and I looked at each other in amazement. I couldn't figure out where the number had come from; it wasn't anyone's number that I know, and now-a-days I don't even memorize numbers. I just use my cell phone. Dumbfounded, I was going to call it to see who answered. Jon had a better idea and checked the internet. Would you believe it? It was the phone number to the temp job I had 6 months ago. The one about which I posted in my LJ that I had the distinct impression they were going to fire me, and then they did.
I don't even remember memorizing that phone number. It's not like I ever called it. And when/if I did, I had it memorized in my cell phone, so I didn't dial it. But the weirdest thing is, as I was reciting the number to the Chinese guy, that number felt more natural to me than my own number. I just spouted it off like I'd been saying it every day of my life.
This brings to mind other weird mental things that have happened to me in the last few years. The first one was five minutes lost at a Burger King in San Luis Obispo. Jon and Mike were eating dinner with me and one minute we were chatting away and the next they were looking at me like I'd just grown a wart on my nose. Supposedly I'd zoned out, right there, with my eyes wide open. I'd also supposedly said some things that, after I woke up out of this "zoned out" time, didn't remember saying. That was the first documented zoning out, and there've been a couple others, not a lot. But this one is probably the weirdest. Cause I was awake, conscious, but what I was saying wasn't what I wanted to say. It wasn't even something I knew I knew!
We've all had mis-spoken words. Times where what comes out of our mouths is not what we intended to say. I do it occassionally too. It's particularly risky for me to read and talk at the same time. I'll often accidentally slip a word in that I was reading and then have to correct myself. But this... this last time... That was just not right. Almost odd enough to think I need to see a doctor.