I used to think, gee
I’m as smart as smart can be.
But now I see
I’m a lot less of a smarty
and even the smarts that used to be inside me
forgetfulness
F-L-A-K-E Part II
Okay, now I’m starting to get a little worried.
Sign #1: This morning I performed my normal routine. I got my lunch out of the freezer, my breakfast out of the cupboard, and my yogurt out of the fridge. I put everything on the table and retrieved my bag. Before I loaded my falling-apart-but-I-refuse-to-get-rid-of-it-because-I-got-it-from-the-Art-Institute-and-it-makes-me-feel-pretentious bag, I went into the living room and opened the curtains. Even if nobody was going to be home all day, the house still needed sunshine. I went back into the kitchen and stuffed everything in my bag and left. When I arrived at work, I emptied the contents from my bag and discovered I was yogurtless. Despite getting the yogurt out and putting it RIGHT NEXT to my bag, I still forgot it! (sigh)
F L A K… What Was I Doing, Again?
I have become a flake in my older age. This little fact bothers me because I didn’t used to be one. In fact, it was a matter of pride which could lead someone to point out perhaps that’s the reason why I’ve been humbled. But we’ll leave that for a discussion to be filed in the “Never Gonna Happen” file. I never needed to write anything down as long as I was focused on something when it was told to me or shown to me, I remembered it. Darn near forever. Sometimes I wished I could forget. Even though I used to carry a planner around it was empty. I guess I just thought the nerd look worked for me.
