Where do you go when waiting in line?

In my other world 

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Some time ago, I was waiting in line at the TD bank, deep in thought, when the person behind me kindly let me know teller #3 was trying to get my attention.

I  jolted back into reality,  then smiled and offhandedly said, “Thank you… I was in my other world!

The person gave me a look I could only interpret as envy as she responded with the utmost sincerity, “I wish I had an ‘other world.'”

I hesitated, then chuckled. Her response was priceless, making me actually think about what I had just said.

Now, this was before everybody began losing themselves in their iPhone or Android, which by the way is nothing like the “other world” I am talking about.  In my opinion, cell phones and anxiety are synonymous and an addiction I’m not willing partake of. I’m not giving up “my other world” for that.

Just ask my husband… I’m so not attached to my cell phone, I’ve resorted to posting a sign on my front door to remind me to take it with me when leaving the house. I know. Shocking!

 

Got your phone???

As I walked over to the counter,  I realized just how true my offhanded comment was. I call it “another world.” Some call it daydreaming, something I’ve always been very good at. My teachers said so.  It’s the place where I go, think up stories, develop plans, talk to God or just simply listen.

John Tess, Intelligence for Life (free internet radio) says the average person will spend about 10 years waiting in line.

Put it that way…

Where do you go when you’re waiting in line?

4 comments

    1. So true. Why waste time being frustrated while standing in line? Perhaps our paths will cross on the other side of the ‘wardrobe.’

  1. When I was around 21-23 yrs. old I used to disappear into my mind. It wasn’t dreaming it was blankness as far know. I was living along with my 2 young children my husband being out to sea for 2 wks..a time. I began to get frightened that I’d go off in my mind and never return and my children would be alone a long time before anyone found them. I stopped letting myself drift off. I’m sure the “blankness” was my way of handling the aloneness and fear. A couple years later I was on a date and sitting in a night club when I disppeared into my mind again. When I came out of it the man I was with said “do you know how long you were sitting like that”. He said I had been like that for 15 minutes. Sitting in the middle of a noisy nightclub with a loud band playing and I disappeared.

    Many years later when my children were grown and gone, I had to face a situation that was exruciatingly stressful. I started disappearing into my mind again. I wouldn’t have known I was going in and out of my reality if it hadn’t been for a few people; one who said to me one day that they had really enjoyed having coffee with me. I had no memory of that. Another time I saw I had an appointment with my former counsellor. I didn’t know why but I went to the appointment anyway. When she asked me what could she do for me I said I didn’t know that I didn’t remember asking for an appointment. She caught on right away and after a few more questions told me I had been disassociating, After she described what that was I knew immediately that’s what had been happening. After I knew that I still disassociated once in a while but I knew it and I called that the “other Mary”. My life has been almost stress free for many years now and the other Mary never comes to visit any more.

    1. Thank you for sharing your story, Mary. I’m sure some readers will relate to your experience and draw hope from it.

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