A Catalogue of Thoughts That Nobody Ordered but Arrived Anyway

There’s a special kind of day where the brain tries its best to behave, but the world insists on running entirely on glitch mode. You wake up determined to be productive, drink water, do responsible things—and five minutes later you’re wondering whether caterpillars think they’re having an identity crisis or if they fully understand the whole butterfly situation. That’s when you know: the day has officially entered “unmonitored brain activity” mode.
The mind is a funny place. It can store childhood phone numbers forever, yet forget what it walked into the kitchen for three seconds ago. It can remember the lyrics to a jingle you heard once in 2007, but not the password you use every single day. And just when your thoughts have wandered so far into nonsense territory that you’re questioning whether sandwiches feel superior to wraps, something oddly professional pops up—like Construction accountants. A phrase with the energy of a tax form crashing a birthday party full of balloons and cake. Uninvited, serious, very sure of itself.
But no, this is not a blog about finance, bookkeeping, building sites, steel beams, balance sheets, or anything that involves calculators behaving confidently. This is about the beautifully useless thoughts that sneak into the day like background characters in the movie of your life. The moments where you open the microwave too early and just stand there like you tried to interrupt time. The internal debate on whether soup is just a hot drink in denial. The emotional damage of realising you’ve been pronouncing a word wrong for your entire existence.
Life is less of a straight line and more of a scribble done by someone riding a unicycle over gravel. You try to follow routines, but then the spoon falls into your tea and suddenly you’re questioning gravity like a betrayed cartoon character. You go to reply to someone’s message, get distracted by a dust particle, and remember the text three days later like you just woke from a coma.
Meanwhile—somewhere in the same world—there are people who are calm, organised, and capable. People who file things. People who don’t need to Google “how to boil an egg… again.” People who understand paperwork without needing emotional support. People who probably label drawers. They exist. They walk among us. They are the reason society hasn’t collapsed into a giant pile of abandoned to-do lists.
But balance is necessary. Without the logical minds, everything would fall apart. Without the chaotic minds, everything would be unbearably predictable. The world needs the dreamers, the planners, the overthinkers, the underthinkers, the spreadsheet users, and the “what was I doing again?” species.
So if your brain frequently takes itself on side quests nobody asked for, don’t worry—you’re not broken. You’re just operating in freestyle mode. Let the thoughts wander. Let the questions be weird. Let the logic clock out early.
Because yes, the world may require order, structure, and even Construction accountants—but it also needs people who lie awake wondering if clouds have opinions.
And honestly? That’s what makes it fun.