It's called stream of consciousness my mom taught me to read at age 3 and while she did me a HUGE favor I do sometimes like, wonder if she wanted me to just shut the hell up.
Then there are the times of total blankness.... Like the time I drank toilet bowl cleaner when my mom's back was turned. She kept asking like "WHY? WHY would you do such a thing?" I was like, "IDK because it was there?" or something.
Also often the rationale for some of my worst drunken bouts. I tend to think if liquid is present it should be consumed. Like, better the CLEANER than the toilet water I guess, I mean that has PEE in it.
I can only speculate. My parents did seem to spend a FAIR amount of time on keeping me busy. I mean they got me a HORSE and while it was a loving and expensive act, I cannot help but think that it was partially like, "If we get her a HORSE she will be with the HORSE a lot and not with US."
You know.
Anna