Full Up

I think that my brain may be full.  For thirty-some years I’ve filled it through formal education, books, relationships, and experience.  Based on the way it’s been short-circuiting, it appears that there is no longer one speck of available space in my mind.

Unfortunately, what remains in my brain wasn’t filtered in order of importance.  Important things fall away, while worthless information settles in with a sense of entitlement and disregard for the cramped conditions therein.

Useless trivia is like Aretha Franklin in the ball gown of my mind.