I may not be the brightest bulb in the skylamp, but there do seem to be moments that create some doubt at to my intellectual capabilities. While my physical gaffes tend to leave no doubt as to my prowess and magnificence of physique, the mind is an entirely different muscle…isn’t it?
I’ve regaled you previously with the fact that I have the distinction of having been hospitalized for several days after falling up a tree. (Yes, even when my feet aren’t touching the ground I am directionally challenged). Not to mention the fact that many of my friends do not like it when I am the driver for fear we will end up on one of Jupiter’s moons.
I must wonder if the purpose of having a photo ID badge is so others can confirm your identity, or is it in case you forget? I had someone ask me my date of birth. I could not for the life of me remember it. Let’s face it, such a date does not get added to my calendar, nor do I send myself birthday cards. Although perhaps I should start. Ever have one of those brainfart moments when you recognize someone’s face but cannot remember their name? And it gets worse when they call you by name and walk over for a chat, while you are drawing a complete blank. (I hope my family will forgive my blank expression).
Memory is something I wanted to understand more, but forgot to remember to look into it further. For some reason, I remember everything I am supposed to do each day until I actually sit down at my desk. It isn’t until around the fourth cup of coffee that the fog begins to fade, and I spend the rest of the day playing catch up. I’m finding myself spending more and more time, expending enormous effort simply to remember to wear pants when venturing out of doors to collect the mail, or walk the dog, or speak to the neighbors. Honestly, it is my belief that other people appreciate when all my cylinders are sparking and I remember pants.
Then again, perhaps my absent-mindedness can be attributed to the fact that I am a genius who cannot be bothered with mundane thoughtage…or perhaps I really am an idiot. I was going somewhere with this, but lost my way during the mindless babbling. Oh well, perhaps next time.