Mike and I were talking about this today. We were speculating about what happens to those lost thoughts. Do they end up in the same mythical place as lost socks? Or do they float around in our realm like that lone shoe on the highway (I’ve traveled many highways and I swear it was the same shoe everywhere I went).
What if, and this is a scary thought (especially for someone who loses as many thoughts in a day as I do), what if after a certain amount of time all your lost thoughts come back to you? All at once and you just start spouting these random thoughts until they are all gone from your mind. What if that old guy at the mall who mutters to himself is just some poor soul who found all his lost thoughts?
I am so toast.