“You live too much in your own head,” she said.
I am still trying to understand what that means. Where else do I have to go?
Ken Robinson explains that university professors, “look upon their body as a form of transport for their heads.” Why is that so bad?
I like the inside of my head—my mind. It’s safe there. I have friends there.
When I had my first kiss at age12 (yuck), I could go and complain to Meg. Any girl who can travel through wrinkles in time would understand.
When I had an abortion at age 16 I could go to Narnia and snuggle deep into Aslan’s fur. I had nowhere else to go.
My mind let’s me remember swimming in Isla Mujeres or walking through Central Park or rocking in my hammock. But spaces are not places and inside spaces are more difficult to navigate than outside spaces. So it’s not about where I am, it’s about where my mind is.
I can walk and walk and be back in Guanajuato when I was twenty-something traveling with the love of my life. And he was/is alive.
But it’s not just about confusion or comfort or memory. Isn’t it just one more place to travel? Not only can I go to the past, I can go to the future. Like AFP’s song, “In My Mind,” I can circle around to the almost-or-will-be places. Why not? I can spend a few hours visiting Future Lisa as she finally writes that novel or goes dogsledding in Alaska or becomes a grandmother or buys a house in Mexico. But after those couple of hours, I cannot tell you whom (who sounds better) Present Lisa was sitting next to on the train. Is that so bad?
I will never truly understand the phrase, “I’m bored.” I have never been bored. I don’t know what that means. Of course, I can define the word bored (lacking interest in a current activity? unoccupied?). But I am too busy wondering:
- If Lolita came to life and wrote an answer to Nabokov, would it be as an adult looking back or in the voice of her child-self?
- If we kept cats awake, would anything about them change other than their grumpiness?
- Who is really the closest to my version of Sherlock Holmes? Benedict Cumberbatch, Johnny Lee Miller or Robert Downey?
- If I could go into the world of American Gods, would I want to be Shadow or be his mate?
All I know right now is that when I Google the phrase, “too much in your own head” I get over 80,000 hits and too many of them are self-help garbage sites. I haven’t yet figured out what’s wrong with living in my head. Maybe I will walk some more and ponder the movement of light. 
“Our minds are all we have. They are all we’ve ever had. And they are all we can offer others.” Sam Harris
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