Today I sat down in front of the laptop to bash out my 2000 word essay. It’s written in my head, I just need to type it out. I opened Word, pulled the laptop towards me……and forgot how to type. I looked at my hands, hovering over the keyboard, in confusion. Why weren’t they doing anything? Using one finger, I laboriously typed out the essay title.
In a previous life I was a touch/audio typist and, although I’m not as speedy as I used to be, I can still do about 100 words per minute. Typing up essays has never taken me terribly long.
I was, as you can imagine, more than a little disconcerted to find I couldn’t remember which letter was where. Using my phone (not qwerty) I dropped a message to my little sister Lisa saying I’ve forgotten how to type. And that’s when I realised that it probably wasn’t me forgetting how to type, it was more likely to be a part of me that either doesn’t want to write an essay today or wants to help but doesn’t know how.
I shut the laptop down and have been attempting some internal communication since then. I may have fallen asleep, but in my defence I’m very tired. Communication hasn’t been terribly successful, probably because I got very cross with my parts yesterday and it takes a while for the to forgive. Hopefully my psych can get to the bottom of it tomorrow.