drunk without drinking

It’s the way your brain goes on and off whenever it feels like it.
Click, beep, flashing light, switch.
It’s some kind of self-defence mechanism that kicks in because when your mind is running and doing what you’d think it’s supposed to do, it does it at a rate that’s a hundred times faster than is healthy. There’s all these thoughts just flying through your head all at the same time like your mind is a corridor that leads from the beginning to the end and you’re standing in an open doorway somewhere in the middle watching them go. There’s too many to really figure out what each of them means, but every once in a while one catches your attention because it’s moving faster or slower or sparkles just right in the fluorescent lit hallway. Of course, this is all happening within a split second of rational thought so it makes you look twitchy. When the thoughts really start moving, they trip all over each other and turn really red and then start riots and that’s when everything shuts down and door clicks shut. So you’re back to normal. You call it normal because it’s during this time that you’re thinking, “What the fuck was that?” That makes it your base state. You spend your normal time being confused because life is confusing when you aren’t thinking about anything other than how messed up it us. Then the beeping starts up. It’s not even really a beep, more like a klaxon sounding some kind of alert, an all hands on deck kind of thing. Then the light above the door flashes. Red, yellow, green, and it swings open again and everything is colourful and interesting and pretty much all-consuming for a while.