Relative Something

What is it about me that leads me to interrupt the thought I am typing to go back to the first word of the sentence and correct the capitalization, instead of forging ahead with the thought and returning later to make such corrections? Probably the same thing that causes me to want to clean the driveway of snow with finishing caliber cleanliness on each pass as I go, instead of not bothering over the scattering of missed spots until after the bulk of the snow has been removed in a first pass.

What is it that prevents me from shutting down applications and rebooting my computer, even though my practice of leaving my 3 primary tabs open and the internet browser application running for days on end eventually leads to an increasingly inconvenient lag time with repeated pauses of the classic Mac spinning beach ball icon? Probably the same thing that leads me to continue to wander the upstairs hallway in complete darkness at night even after I have written about the practice and revealed the lack of any reason not to turn on a light.

What is it that would cause me to, out of the blue, after years of never missing, file a monthly bill without taking any action to actually pay it? Probably the same thing that led me to the practice of placing my daily vitamin on the counter in the morning and purposely taking notice of it once or twice before finally picking it up and swallowing it.

I don’t mind that my mind is wasting away in a terrible way, but it is something of a waste to have a terrible mind that undermines things my mind is trying to mind.