Scatter Plot

T.h.r.e.e

I love meeting other kids with ADHD. The conversations we have can be so full of passion and we can literally talk about everything in ten minutes. I think it's why I love talking to my dad, and uncle, and cousin, and sister, and a few friends....I know quite a few people with ADHD. There is always something exciting in the conversation, and no one really can anticipate exactly what will be said. For example, to set the scene, my sister and I are in a friend car, they have triplet girls and a boy, the boy has ADHD.

The road was slick with mud and I hold onto the door handle tightly. I hate when it floods, because we live off of several miles of dirt roads. I'm fine when dad is driving, because he's experienced, but Dave is not. We slip and slide everywhere. To pass the time, I speak with Matt. Matt is always fun to talk to, because he's like me...well slightly worse than me. He's medicated, and I'm not. I probably should be because it's really hard for me to focus, especially on school work, but I really hate taking medicine so I convinced my parents to let me go without. But even with meds, Matt is worse than me. He is more hyperactive, so it shows more than mine does. I'm never saying it's a bad thing, because I actually enjoy my ADHD, it makes life fun, but Matt clearly struggles. While we talk, it's mainly about band members and music, especially when the triplets get involved. My sister is best friends with the triplets, and like their pre teen selves, their obsessed with any pretty boy that can use auto tune. Matt and I try to include ourselves in the conversation, but it's just boring. I don't know who the band members are, so I can't participate. I glance out the window to see our house come into view. It's still three miles away, but with nothing surrounding it but desert, it's hard to miss.

"There's Bo. He's a llama." I said smiling. Matt presses himself against the window to see where I'm pointing. "He lives in the pasture with the horses, but they treat him like another horse. When we go out riding he always wants to come with us. I suppose he could because he has a llama saddle, but no one to ride him." Matt grinned at the thought of someone riding a llama.

"Llama wool is so soft, it's like a pillow." Matt said.

"You're thinking alpaca, their close, but llama hair is more tough." I corrected.

"That reminds me of this time when we went scuba diving in the lake, and we found this really cool shell at the bottom." Matt said. He said it as if it was completely normal, and to me it was.

"You've been scuba diving! I want to go so bad, but I don't think it's a good idea since I can't swim. Sky diving sounds more fun." I said. He nodded in agreement.

"I really want to try that thing where everyone holds hands while sky diving and makes a star." He said.

"I wonder who takes that picture, because they'd have to jump precisely at the right time to get just above everyone else to take the picture." I said.

"They probably have it all calculated out, like exactly what time you have to release the marble to make it so it hits the mouse running past." He said.

"What on earth are you two talking about!?!" May, one of the triplets exclaimed. We looked at her blankly.

"I thought you guys were still talking about llamas." Lyra, another triplet, asked.

"We were. But then we moved on." Matt said.

"How did you get to marbles and mice?" Belle, my sister asked.

"I don't know. It just happened." I said, shrugging. They gave us strange looks, but it made sense in my brain. We were talking about llamas, which triggered a memory in Matt's head about scuba diving, and then I mentioned sky diving because in my mind they're closely related, then it went on to pictures while falling hundreds of feet in midair, to calculating exactly the time something drops to get to the right position. Nothing about our transitions seemed weird.

"Alright, girls, have a nice night." Dave announced as he pulled into our driveway. We thanked him and left, but that conversation seemed to stick with me, even after several months and me forgetting everything from due dates to birthdays. I just didn't understand why the triplets thought it was so strange, but the only reason I can come up with was how quickly the conversation changed, but that is natural. Why continue to talk about something if you have nothing left to say. Something else was on my mind, so I spoke about that. Considering I have conversations with my sister and dad like this all the time, it seemed normal. How can someone stay on a single subject for more that a few minutes, won't you get bored? It's better to just go with the flow. When I'm bored in class, I doodle. I tend to just go with the flow of my doodles because it's better then drawing a million stars and hearts. They are doodles too, not actual drawings because I'm really bad about dedicating time to draw something that I'll get bored of and won't finish.

Just go with the flow and things are a million times less boring. And isn't that what life is about, finding things that don't bore you? I mean that's pretty much how my life's going, because I'm on the constant look out for something that won't be boring. It'll get boring, but for a little while it'll be fun. That's all the matters.