Readers,
I’ve forgotten something important, I’m certain of it. Exactly how I’m certain is something worth thinking about, as if I can remember that I’ve forgotten something then that should logically lead to figuring out what said forgotten thing is. I have rattled my befuddled little mind and, well, it’s just gone.
Poof.
You’ve all had this happen, I’m sure, at least in the short term. It goes something like this: “What was I just about to do? I know it had something to do with the garage, so I’ll go into the garage and see if that jogs my memory. Hmm…nope. Okay, I’ll go back to the kitchen and stand where I was standing when I thought the now lost thought and see if that environment gets me back on track.” standing…standing…looking around… “Dammit! What was I….oh, wait a minute! I remember now…”
This is sort of like that, but it’s been days with this nagging feeling of having lost an important train of thought. Was it something to do with work or travel…? No. Pets? No. Something I am out of and need to replenish ASAP? No. Damn. Is it my birthday again already? Nah, that would be way too cruel.
So what have I forgotten?
Much like the question ‘How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?’, the world may never know.
Confusedly,
Dana
Hello Miss Kane,
I understand how you feel because I have done the same thing on numerous occasions. The saying, “If you cannot remember what you were thinking, it wasn’t too important” is not necessarily true because what you were trying to remember could very well been related to a major decision you need to make, or in my case, was an idea for a school assignment. When the written assignment was almost done, I would finally remember what it was I forgot. Yes, I would start the assignment all over again. What helps me to remember my train of thought is to think of the major things in my life and ask myself if it had to do with one of those; for example, work, school, Taekwondo, and the like. Good luck to you in your efforts to remember your train of thought, Miss Kane.
As long as you don’t receive any past due or shut off notices in the mail, it’s likely very unimportant.
It’s not unusual to have this happen under a lot of stressful living, too. I remember in college I was able to retain my classroom knowledge but would forget the segments of tv shows minutes after viewing.
Recently it happens almost daily when the co-“worker” of mine relays info to me in her speedy, half assed method of “explaining” procedures to me. I figure by seeking out helpful people it doesn’t matter anyway! LOL
I hear you, Alexis, I have trouble remembering things short term and getting them into long term memory. I have to write things down to remember them.
Here is a post from “The Library of Spanking Fiction” by Malcatraz hat may help:
An elderly couple realizes they’re having memory problems and decide to go to the doctor for a check-up. After a thorough examination, the doctor finds nothing wrong and suggests they write down the things they don’t want to forget as a memory aid. Later that evening, the husband rises from his chair and starts to leave the room.
“Where are you going?”
“Into the kitchen to get a bowl of ice cream.”
“That sounds good. Will you get one for me?”
“Sure, I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t you think you should right that down so you don’t forget.”
“It’s just a bowl of ice cream. I won’t forget.”
“But I want chocolate sauce on mine. That’s two things so you better write them down.”
“I’m only going to the kitchen. I’m sure I can remember Ice cream with chocolate sauce for that long.”
“Well, I want peanuts on it as well. Now that’s three things so you better write them down.”
“Look, I can remember ice cream with chocolate sauce and peanuts. I don’t have to write them down. I’ll be right back.”
He goes into the kitchen but doesn’t return for twenty minutes. When he comes back, he hands her a plate of bacon and eggs. Looking up at him, she says.
“Where’s my toast.”
Might I suggest a generous supply of “grasp this end” Post-its :)
But perhaps the aforementioned forgotten item was to provide your blog viewers with a simple to use mechanism to make donations for pet charities in your name? Yes, yes, I think that’s what it was!
HaHa BT, Post-it-notes are great for jotting stuff down. If I remembered a thought I forgot in the middle of the night, I would write it down on a post-it. Sometimes some of our great thoughts occur like that.
Omg, I’m so glad it’s not just me! Happens all the time! Something will jog your memory eventually…or maybe not…or maybe your memory will forget to jog…or….
Those of us with fibromyalgia are convinced we remember with our bottoms. Case in point: we leave one room in the house with the intent to do something in the other room. When we get to said room, we forget what we went in there for. So, we go back into the room where we started, sit down, and suddenly we remember what we were going to do. Hence, our bottoms help us remember. LOL
When he was 36 and I was 34 (which was a l – o – n – g time ago, my brother told me there were three ways you could tell you’re getting older. One: You begin to lose your memory. Two: (He couldn’t remember the other two.)
When I used to drink, I could not remember things sober that I thought of the night before. I would have to get semi-sloshed to remember them. I always did!
What was the question?
This is commonly known as as Hereafter disease. Sometimes I’ll find myself in the kitchen, or the basement, or the garage, and I can’t remember what I’m here after.
It gets worse when you can’t remember how old you are.
Wow! This is terrific. Sorry to hear about the befuddlement, Ms. Dana. But it is great that you cannot remember what I was supposed to remind you about. Yea!! Now I don’t have to worry about that anymore.
Just kidding, of course, Ma’am. I am sure whatever it is will come to you when needed.
Everyone,
I think that the number of comments on this post confirms my fear : we are all suffering from some sort of Forgetting Disease – likely the aftereffect of visits from outer space aliens who’ve taken our memories to fuel their extra large space ship batteries or something. We’re doomed.
With love, when I can remember,
Dana
“Nothing concentrates the mind like learning that one is to be caned tomorrow.”