Let’s see a show of hands. Who’s misplaced their car keys, their kids, or their cell phone this week? Figured. Let me assure you that you are not alone. Half the time, I can’t even remember where I parked my car ten minutes ago! I hate it when that happens! And there’s nothing worse than wanting to kick your own ass!
Do you have lists on every cabinet, post-it notes on your keys and steering wheel, or cell phone reminders that beep every 22.5 seconds it seems like? Or is it too much work to even set all those things up to try to remember what you were supposed to do because, after all, it’s not like you won’t remember to turn off the oven, put the next load of laundry in, pick up your son at T-ball, or pay the mortgage? I know. Damn it. I think the same thing every time. Oh, no, I’ll remember. Who needs Siri? No need to worry…and then about 4:30am I wake up in a panic realizing I totally blew it off. I have friends who’ve forgotten their dog was in their car till they went to feed it and realized it wasn’t coming to its bowl. And how many of you know somebody whose family member backed into another family member’s vehicle because they forgot it was there? Uh-huh.
It’s baffling to me how we can’t remember to drop off the dry cleaning sitting in the passenger’s side seat next to us, but we can remember Tommy stealing our Snoopy watch in 2nd grade. Seriously. I read a book last week and it mentioned strawberry shampoo and I instantly had a flashback to the Redken strawberry shampoo my sister used to buy for me when I was in the single digits. I remember that, but I cannot tell you what I ate for supper last night. I know some people who can make a frittata from scratch…without the recipe, but can’t remember to purchase new, clean underwear. Yeah, that makes sense.
Why is it that we cannot block out the image of our ex-boyfriend kissing our best friend or the smell of pig crap on a hot day, but our wedding day is a blur and our password for iTunes is lost in the blithering inferno of our brains? It’s fascinating to me that something can trigger us to think of Aunt Martha’s pink bathroom (complete with pink toilet paper) that stunk of cheap perfume, Kleenex (Kleenex? How does one notice the scent of tissues? But I get it. It’s just “there.”), and a puff of powder, but I’ll be damned if I can come up with the door code for my workplace. Or what about when you go to the grocery store to get milk and bread, and you come home with milk, diet cola, a rotisserie chicken, and gum, but no bread? Man, that pisses me off. Memory is a wicked, wicked witch sometimes.
It’s one of those funny things that can come and go without logic. (I’m sure there’s a completely scientific reason for this, but if you were looking for that, you really need to be friends with someone else!) And whether or not I can explain it, isn’t the issue. The issue is: how are you going to get out of being in trouble for not picking up the hot dogs for the BBQ or wishing your best friend a Happy Birthday on the proper day? The way I look at it, when you forget something crucial, you have a few options for blame. So when in doubt, I recommend one of the following excuses. No one can blame you if you plead:
- I was drunk. There’s absolutely no possible way you could expect me to recall that!
- I was completely wiped out. I’d been up since 4 and was going on a sum total of 3 hours of sleep. Don’t look at me.
- I’m old. I’d rather not be, but I don’t exactly have control of that whole aging process thing. So forgive me for my sins.
- I am completely stressed out. I have 2 big projects at work, the yard needs mown, the kids have practice at 5, 7, and 8:30, and at some point, I’m supposed to actually feed people.
- Have you met my family? Need I say more? You wouldn’t have any brain power left either.
Those are some basic go-tos I feel you can use in any circumstance. They pretty much cover everything, right? And if they don’t, well, I’m pretty sure we can make you forget all about it. Wanna a cookie?
mikehandley
July 5, 2012 at 11:06 pm
Guilty. I’m old. My list includes many of yours here, but oh so many more, too.
boltoncarley
July 6, 2012 at 12:41 am
well, at least we’re all in the boat together! 🙂
Veronica Roth
July 6, 2012 at 3:23 am
Brain frying…love it. Yup…I’m old too, but I have a simpler solution. I just smile because this just confirms that I’m human. Oh, and also I tend to tie a little bit of red string around my wrist to remind my fried-with-stress perfectionist brain to forgive myself for not being perfect.
boltoncarley
July 6, 2012 at 11:55 am
sounds like you have one of those good healthy responses for handling it! 🙂 way to be an adult and make the rest of us look bad. lol. 🙂
Eileen Adickes
July 7, 2012 at 4:08 am
Good one kiddo! Like the Veronica Roth comments.
boltoncarley
July 7, 2012 at 12:27 pm
thanks, eileen! and veronica might be on to something. lol.
Jeanette Cheezum
July 8, 2012 at 3:52 am
You have just summed up most of our lives on this page give or take a couple of things with humor. Keep up the good work. 🙂
boltoncarley
July 8, 2012 at 11:32 am
thanks, jeanette! the universal truths! 🙂
Millie Burns (@BurnsMillie)
July 10, 2012 at 2:58 pm
I was going to write something…but I forgot! I get a bit distracted on occasion, you know, “shiny object” syndrome. I actually park on the same side of the parking lot at my grocery store, and go in the same door, so I won’t be wandering around looking for my car. And, I have a little Jack Skellington antenna ball that I look for. Heh, another coping mechanism : )
boltoncarley
July 10, 2012 at 5:21 pm
i think that’s what they call “handling the situation” – love it! 🙂
ed dean
July 13, 2012 at 4:59 pm
So where do I have to go to get my cookie????’……..I know, I know, the same place I left my car keys right???:)
boltoncarley
July 13, 2012 at 6:02 pm
i’ll bring you one at HoW. does that sound fair? 🙂
muddykinzer
July 19, 2012 at 10:18 pm
Hilarious! I forget/misplace things all the time, mostly because I’m too busy doing 5 other things at the same time so I have no brain power leftover to remember I left my phone in the bathroom cabinet when I went to find a bandaid for an injured child. I love the excuses you came up with and plan to implement them immediately. And yes, I do want a cookie!
boltoncarley
July 20, 2012 at 1:14 am
we’ll get you a cookie, asap! glad to know i’m not alone on the forgetful front! 🙂