There are moments when consciousness jumps a groove, where the world as it is and the world as it seems are two very different things.<\/p>\n
I went to the grocery story. I needed instant oatmeal, I’d exhausted my supply on Thursday and neglected to buy more. Clearly, a lack of oatmeal would do me no good when breakfast time came around tomorrow.<\/p>\n
My purchase made, I drove home. It was (and still is) an utterly gorgeous day; I have laundry on the clothesline, there are patches, even large swathes of blue sky poking through the billowing white clouds, the sun is out, and while it’s not exactly<\/i> warm, today feels like genuine spring.<\/p>\n
I got lost driving back. Not physically lost. Psychologically<\/i> lost. The roads went precisely where I knew they would. I didn’t end up in the next county or the next state. Yet, for whatever reason, my mind told me I was in a different place. A different state, to be precise.<\/p>\n
There was something about the trees and the clouds and the sky and the way the air itself felt that made me suddenly feel as though I were in North Carolina. The road was clearly not North Carolina, it’s a road I drive every day on my way to work, and yet, my consciousness had skipped a groove.<\/p>\n
It’s a disconcerting feeling, the psychological mismatch between the world as it is and the world as it seems to be. In a way, it’s even a cool<\/i> feeling.<\/p>\n
How many people feel the world shift<\/i> like that? \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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