October 21, 2011

  • can’t remember the title

    It seems likely that I have reached the absolute limit of functional intelligence.  Really.  Last night I went to the store and couldn’t remember my birthdate.  I almost forgot to pay, couldn’t remember which pocket my keys were in, and just generally was goofy.  I started laughing.  The cashier laughed along when I said I might be a little tired.  Then she suggested I drive very carefully. 

    This was all on the heels of seeing many, many people I knew.  Well, they thought I knew them.  I saw huge amounts of people who actually seemed glad to see me.  One of them, at least, knew me by name.  I smiled and said hi.  But I have NO IDEA who these people were.  I have no recollection of ever having seen their faces.  It happens often enough that I recognize someone, but can’t place them.  Usually I get the connection of who they are and how I know them… in the middle of the night.  But that has the requirement that I recognize the face. 

    I’m a little frightened.  Am I living a double life that I just don’t know about?  Did I get that lobotomy that’s been on my Christmas list?  Will I recognize my own family tomorrow?  Will you be seeing my face on a milk carton?

    I suppose it’s possible that I have WAY too much going on.  ‘Cause, yea, I do.

    What’s my name again?

Comments (5)

  • yikes.  I frequently walk from one room to the other with no idea why or how I got there, but that sounds like nowhere near the same thing.  Once I got lost going home along a very very very familiar route.  Don’t know how it happened but I recognized nothing.  It was freaky.  But kinda fun too, like doing a good drug with none of the legal risk.

  • @ordinarybutloud - oh.  i’m all about the hereafter.  and i often miss turns.  (one of these days i may make a wrong turn and keep on going- might not have those lyrics just right, but maybe you’ll recognize them anyhow)

  • @promisesunshine - hahahahaha…just last weekend I had to drive to the coast and I thought, is there any reason to go back, really?!  Sometimes I have fantasies of moving to an adobe cottage somewhere in the desert and never, ever coming back.

  • @ordinarybutloud - we both need a vacation.  that’s all there is to that.  i think i’ll take a vacation from reality.

  • I remember having some of those feelings. 

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