To Be Wretchedly Scatterbrained

To be ruthlessly frank, I would say it's more detrimental than beneficial to be scatterbrained. When you are scatterbrained, your mind is a vessel suspended, like a puppet without strings launching itself from one side of your noggin to another, causing the debris of your mind to swirl into miniature tornadoes, clumping together, then shedding, the rubbish clamping to the edges of your mind. When these cranium hurricanes erupt within you, the only thing you can do is roll with the punches. That's what I do at least. And trust me, I'm the most harebrained human being on the planet. No, not thoughtless in the least. I'm always thinking. The problem surrounds what I'm actually thinking about however. It has a tendency to not be fruitful in the least. Well, not productive. Potentially fruitful? Don't I hope so!
In essence, this rant is about...well, schizo rants! So instead of labeling myself or others like myself as madcap swashbuckling lunatics, let's just soften the blow, squeeze in a euphemism and claim that we are just ponderous. We are clever. We are wildly, intensely creative and all things possible emerge in our mind whenever we beckon our creative fruit juices from the bountiful trees that none too placidly quiver beneath our whirring flesh, buzzing like a convulsing can of caffeine.