On my mind

My mind is a scary place to be. It's full of pictures (possibly signifying I'm a bit on the spectrum?), half remembered conversations, feelings, smells (usually linked to a picture), worries, concerns, obsessions, partially read articles, and half listened to NPR radio segments.
Is every-one's brain like this? It seriously needs to get unplugged sometimes. For example, I get home from the zoo today, baby won't nap, big boys watching a movie, and I am talking to my mum in England. I have so many stupid, unimportant, trivial kinda crap that I share with her, that I am sure she is in her living room in the house that I grew up in, doing that hand motion to my Dad that basically indicates that the person that you are talking to is talking FAR too much and you wish that they would shut up. But my brain keeps bouncing from one topic to the next, to the next, to the next, and to the next. (See what I mean?)
I watched the HBO movie about Temple Grandin (the animal scientist who is autistic.) It got me thinking how my brain thinks in pictures. (Obviously not like hers.) So,I tried to explain to Kyle how my brain thinks of a calendar. I think he thought I was fucking nuts. I asked him how he pictured a calendar and he didn't seem to know. (Or he just didn't feel the need to explain. that happens alot.) I think he is far more linguistic than I, and he hears more than I do, whereas I see. And I feel. I don't think in words, unless I see the word. I have told him numerous times that I would love to plug my brain into his, just so he could understand what the heck it was I was trying to explain. But honestly, I think he would get totally freaked out. It's not even that it's smart. It's not, especially. It's just a constant. I wish I could turn it off. Maybe that's why I love to sleep at night SO much. It's heavenly to not think for 7 hours. People I love keep telling me that I just need to get back to my classes at grad school and I will be able to have something more significant to occupy my thoughts with. (This has worked before, and actually was a huge reason that I started my Masters. I was spending a tremendous amount of time being homesick. The chaos of four hour night classes took care of those superfluous thoughts.)
So, that plan could work again. Or it could just create more for my brain to soak up and for me to obsess about. See, that's the pessimistic part of my mind. Never fails.