How do you keep things inside your head?

I have this inability to keep things in my head. My thoughts are by the millions and what I do say or type out is the filtered version, most of the time.

How does one just keep the thoughts inside? So someone leaves the ice out on the counter. I'm going to go ahead and put it away, but why must I stay something about it being out in the first place? It's not even my house! Although my friend points out to me that I didn't need to say that, I'm thinking about how much it would bug me if I went to get more ice and there wasn't any because it all melted and I was doing it to be nice. So why must the mouth engage and the thought come outside?

Being inside an ADHD head is like being hit with a box of ping pongs balls all at once like on Captain Kangaroo. Remember? Or like being the Road Runner and watching somewhere off in the distance, Wiley Coyote plan, plot and go out of his way to catch the Road Runner, but he always seems to see through the plan and who then got smashed, hit, blown-up and discombobulated? Wiley himself.

Then there is the Tasmanian Devil. He whirls in, dust all around him, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. I feel like him most of the time. Sorta outa whack and sad, but off and running to do it all over again. He has no friends because he keeps mowing them down with his whirl wind.

Then there is Ti-gg-er, just the way it's spelled. He's part of the 40 acre woods, has friends and just bounces along never quite getting why other's aren't as happy as he is. Eyore for example can't figure out that it's the pain in his, tail, from the tack holding it on that may be the problem in his life. I guess they didn't have scotch tape there, but they had tgumb tacks? Maybe it was a play on the pin the tail on the donkey game.

And who can forget Calvin and his stuffed Tiger. Always off on wild adventures, defying authority and his best friend was a stuffed animal who just happened to only talk to him. The martians are coming! Broccoli are giant trees and a snow sled is a weapon of mass destruction.

Where all of these characters based on ADHD behavior? And if so, why can so many of us relate to them and not have to be diagnosed with a dis-order? Are we really the ones that take order and disrupt it? or is the order the problem to begin with?

These are just some of the thoughts that spin around in my head and make me wonder or contemplate if I'm the only one, I think not. But if I'm not, how come I'm still the only one I know that unintentionally makes a habit of spouting off at the mouth without any regard as to how someone else may take it? And that's when I'm trying to think before I speak!

Life is full of analogies of how to share things with others. We learned a lot of them by the cartoons we watched, or the comic books we read. Now it's all via TV and the internet. I remember when parents thought MTV was bad... now you've got UTube.

I remember that to talk to your friend you had to walk up the street and down another to get there to ask if they could come out to play. Now you text them to tell them that your going to text them.

And my teachers, parents and friends thought I was crazy not to take the time to learn my times tables. Why when I had a peechie folder cheet sheet? It was there for a reason, right? Now kids have cell phones with calculator applications on them.

I may be jumping to conclusions here, but why would you need to learn how to spell if you are going to text for the rest of your life in shorthand? Plus, everything including this application has spell check. Highlight, and correct. Of course it doesn't do so well with formatting your grammer, but then again, I'm usually typing in long run on sentences because that's how I think and this is just ADHD Inside-out.