We’ve all experienced those frustrating moments when we couldn’t remember something simple: Where are my car keys? What time is it? How did I end up on this Greek fishing boat? Now recent discoveries may unlock hidden memory potential thanks to an experimental device called the Thinkomatic 2500, currently being tested on birdbrains.
I hate it when I end up on a Greek fishing boat. I don’t even eat fish!
I don’t even eat boats!
Boats tend to make me want to do the opposite of eating.
They have that effect on me, too. Greek food, on the other hand … ώπα (opa)!
You said it R&B’s Mom! γεια μας!
Unless you’re a Greek fisherman after a nap. 🥱
I wish I was on a Greek fishing boat heading out to one of the islands. Sounds like a grand summer vacation.
I could use this. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve had two items disappear entirely from my home; unrelated items, of no great value except to me. I have looked in all the likely places and—I think—all the unlikely places, and they are just gone. It’s extremely disturbing. I hope putting a bell on my head will help. Nothing else has.
This happens to me. After a while, I find the item. Or, I completely forget that the item existed. Either way, problem solved.
I’ve discovered that being middle aged means learning workarounds for memory loss. Someday I’ll forget that I once had a fantastic memory. I hope.
Did you leave any windows open? I ask this seriously because my neighborhood used to have a squirrel who was quite a clever thief.
A pretty big tree used to reach up to the 5th floor, and an unsuspecting neighbor left their apartment window open. Needless to say, aforementioned squirrel saw the bounty of dust rags(?) sitting on this person’s window sill and helped himself. I debated trying to leave them a note to explain what I had seen, but abandoned the idea.
It’s an excellent question, but I don’t leave windows open as a rule, I have screens in place which appear to be fixed in place, and in good shape, nothing on any of my sills has been moved, and there are no trees reaching as high as my apartment floor—not within range of my apartment, that is.
The items are completely unrelated, other than belonging to me and being of little monetary value, and it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that I threw the first one (which was small) out myself. But this latest thing makes no sense at all. No burglar worthy of the name would have taken that and nothing else.
I thought Bibi might have gotten hold of it and cached it somewhere, but I’ve looked in all the places she can reach and quite a few she couldn’t possibly have gotten into … nothing. One of my friends thinks I might have been sleepwalking. That would be a new and unwelcome development. I really need a Thinkomatic 2500 to get on the case.
I had a sleepwalking incident last night. Stress triggers it for me.
Last night after dinner I decided to taste a bar of chocolate I had got as a birthday present a few days ago. I’m generally not a fan of chocolate, but this one was particularly bad. So I went to have a shower, clean my teeth and then to sleep. I ate the entire bar of terrible chocolate during the night. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the empty wrapper in the morning. I have a lot of delicious things at home so of course I had to eat that chocolate… Well, still better than the cat litter though.
“generally not a fan of chocolate“ 😱🤯😱
My goodness, Ems! Is it perhaps better that you ate the chocolate in a way that left no memory of the taste? I quite like chocolate myself, but as you don’t …
I definitely agree that it’s a good thing you didn’t eat cat litter!
I spent two hours tearing my house apart for my car keys. Turns out I’d put them with my work laptop, knowing I’d have to go into the office and not wanting to forget it. Kinda wanted to die.
Oh, I’ve pulled stunts like that. Fun times … not. I’ve also gone around looking for my glasses while wearing them and looking for my phone *while talking on it.” I accept those lapses as a natural part of mentalpause™, but this is different. It’s hard to explain how, but it is just not the same. I feel like my home is gaslighting me.
I’ve also enjoyed looking for my phone while talking on it.
I just pulled a good one, similar in nature – looking for my mobile phone while talking on it!!! I was thinking of it in one of its different functions, not as a phone – I think as a camera – boy, was my face red!
Dubra! I just saw your post – you’ve done that, too! Welcome to the club.
Car-keys: looking for them when the engine was already running and the car was happily purring in the yard…
I too could use a Thinkomatic. I am currently looking for two items I know I have in the house. One I need for convenience the other has monetary and sentimental value. I put the second in a “safe place”. I also purchased a pair of earrings and lost them after one wearing. Gone into another dimension.
I always have to do my check: keys, cell phone, wallet. A colleague drew a caricature of me thinking I’ve forgotten something. But I have a friend who is even worse. I was with her when she lost a brand new cell phone somewhere in her house, and I don’t think she ever recovered an heirloom ring that she wanted to keep safe from a grandchild that in college!
https://flic.kr/p/2jownan link to the caricature (I hope it works!)
Cute!!!
I have a friend who sings “head, shoulders, keys and phone” when she’s about to leave a social gathering.
Is that like “spectacles, testicles, wallet, and watch”?
When things like that happen, I blame it on eclectic thieves. They leave my valuable computer equipment and TV alone and instead steal one shoe and … I can’t remember what the other item was. Eventually, the “thieves” returned the items… or rather I finally found them. I still can’t find one of my purses. I occasionally find it and then lose it again.
Now I can’t find things because I am trying to declutter/rearrange my apartment, so of course things are in new places and my memory hasn’t updated itself to automatically go to the new location for the thing.
Once you’ve accepted that the item is gone from your life, you will find it while looking for something else.
Not in the crisper drawer of the fridge? Not on top of the fridge? Those are my go-to unlikely places.
Thinker Bell?
You win.
What Allein said.
Oh yeah.
Nice!
NOICE!!! 😀 😀 😀
Nice, Murray C.! Brava!
👍🏼😄
Wow!
This looks like a mixed up version of The Wizard Of Oz to me. I thought the Tinwoodsman was looking for a heart and The Scarecrow was looking for a brain.
Much more cute version Mike. I actually laughed out loud.
Maybe I should sign up as a tester for the Thinkomatic 2500. At times, I feel like a bird brain.
I’m 56 and y’all are making me feel better—and very sympathetic😬—about forgetting/losing some things!👍🏼 (Files info away in “to be experienced at a later date”)
I hope you didn’t file the info away in a “safe place.” 😉
snerk🤪
Wanting to make “cute bell curves” joke, but too hot and sticky.
“.. and the days go by.”
Greek fishing boat ?
It’s because you are on the run from the CIA after failing to assassinate an african warlord.
(cue MOBY soundtrack and shaky cam fights).
heh … never thought an avian kind of a Treadstone Alumni.