It's not what you think it is about driving in a heavy fog that is unless you are thinking about a fog inside your brain. Because that's what I am talking about when I say I hate foggy days, those days when no matter when you wake up you just can't seem to focus. Your being given directions and if you are visual like me you are trying to picture it in your mind but you can't.
The frustrations mount up as they keep repeating it to me not realizing that I cannot actually understand what they are telling me. I wish I could just open my mouth and say to them, "I am sorry but I can't seem to focus on what you are saying at the moment." But I can't.
The fear of opening up even sometimes to people who know about my mental proclivities might react differently based on the time of day, stress they are under, etc... leaving me afraid to even consider opening my mouth. Because when my body senses that what they are saying isn't what they really want to say, my mind can find the rage button pretty quickly and often not at the person or persons I want to take it out on.
So I sit and stew on it remembering when I can get a second to focus on it, I hate foggy days.
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