Forgetful me

I left the house this morning wanting to get 3 things from the store. There was no list because I believed that there was no way I could forget 3 items. Fast forward 10 minutes later, I am standing at the grocery store with 2 things but absolutely drawing a blank on the 3rd item. The store clerk sees me standing around helplessly, therefore comes over to ask me if I would like any help, I say yes, but foolishly keep staring at him because I could not remember what it was I wanted.

This whole incident shattered me.  Was I getting dementia or Alzheimer’s or whatever else that happens with age ?  I stood staring at the cooler section, because I at least did remember that the item I wanted was in that section. Eventually my eyes wandered over to the butter and then it hit me…. aha it was buttermilk…I grabbed the bottle but kept saying buttermilk, buttermilk, over and over again in my head hoping that I will never forget it again.

This made me wonder why is it that I could forget what I wanted in 10 minutes but certain things no matter how much I would like to forget it never happens.

Sometimes I would like to forget to wake up to the alarm, I would like to forget Mondays, I would definitely like to forget some people and mostly some of the things I have done as a teenager.

How about why can’t I forget how my ex-boy friend hurt me or better yet why can I not forget him and not ever have a thought of him. What about the friend that betrayed me, why do all those thoughts constantly stay ingrained in my head, when other things just seem to fade easily ?

I am sure there is some logical explanation to all of it. I won’t even attempt to google it, because most likely when I start reading and get somewhere I would have forgotten what the first part said.

Fortunately the forgetting spells have been extremely rare…  there might be a few times I forgot where I parked my car, but in my defense, it was a huge parking lot and I was in a rush and not paying attention. At least that’s my story and I am sticking to it. I have said this before, I am a creature of habit. When I go to the mall, there is only one entrance I would use, when I go to run, I go the same route, which probably helps with mot forgetting.

Where was I going with this post ? I guess I forgot again. 🙂

 

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About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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17 Responses to Forgetful me

  1. BarbCT says:

    Sometimes it only takes me 10 seconds to forget something. That’s why I jokingly say I’m always thinking about the hereafter. I walk into a room and wonder what I’m here after. LOL!

    Love your writing style.

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    • I like the line “thinking of the hereafter”. I open the fridge and stare into it and don’t remember why I even walked to the kitchen. I’m working on trying to forget the things I would like never to cross my mind. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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  2. Elissa says:

    Definintely not alone in this one! lol

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  3. Ann Coleman says:

    Very funny post! And boy, do I relate. The older I get, the more unreliable my memory becomes. Somethings I have no problems remembering, but I have more of those “blanking out” moments at the grocery store than I’d care to admit!

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    • Ann, I did not want to embarrass myself by posting parts of my conversation with the clerk. He definitely thought I was crazy. I said to him I want the liquid thing not milk or cream. He said sour cream… And then I saw the butter… Lol. Next time even if it’s one thing I should make a list.

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  4. Hahaha! I hate to tell you this but it gets worse as you get older! LOL! You just learn to laugh at yourself. 😀

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  5. Good last line! liked the post!

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