“My brain sometimes has a mind of its own.”

The other day, on one of my posts, someone made a comment to which I replied, “My brain sometimes has a mind of its own.”

After I wrote that comment, I said to myself, “Self, what a clever thing to have said. I think I’ll use that for the next One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.”

But then I thought that as clever as I like to think I am, I may not be clever enough to have come up with a clever quote like that, one that no one else has ever said. So I Googled it, just to see if anyone else is as clever as I am.

The good news is that I could not find a single instance where someone previously used the line, “My brain sometimes has a mind of its own.”

The bad news is that I found a shitload of others who have used the line, “My brain has a mind of its own.”

There’s even a t-shirt with that quote embossed on it, although whoever made this t-shirt needs to learn when to use “its” and when to use “it’s.”So did you catch the subtle difference between my unique quote and the overused, plebeian one?

“My brain sometimes has a mind of its own.”
“My brain sometimes has a mind of its own.”

Oh well. It seemed to me that I had written something very clever, but it turns out that I hadn’t.

That said, the other night while walking my dog, a small raccoon ran out onto the sidewalk from between two buildings. It’s not that uncommon for me to see a number of raccoons as my dog and I walk past the park at night. They are mostly hanging out near trash cans, but when my dog and I approach, they scurry up into the branches of the closest tree.

But this little fella saw me and my dog, froze, and started talking to us. I’d never heard a raccoon talking before. It makes a sort of chittering sound. I was fascinated, but after a few seconds, my dog had had enough and chased the raccoon up a tree.

But, if like me, you have never heard the sound a raccoon makes, take a look at this. You’re welcome.