Aww man homie, my mind is playing tricks on me.
“Where are my peepers? I saw them just a minute ago, I just put them on to look for my peepers...oh, oh...found dem.”
Misplacing my glasses, keys, purse, cell phone and other “minor” items is a human act, right? Everyone experiences a lil brain fart every now and then? Like going to WalMart with a list of 3 items and leaving WalMart with 3 bags stuff and not one item on your list made the cut. Did you forget what you really needed? Maybe WalMart had a super sales on everything in the store except for what you went in there to get. Yeah, let’s go with that.
My mind, I suppose, takes afternoon breaks every now and again...and again.....*damn, i just forgot where I was going with that.....*
Everyone has experienced walking into a room and immediately forgetting what you needed, why you walked in that room with such determination. “What did I...? The mindless search begins, while standing in the middle of the room, going in circles hoping something will pop up like a jack-in-the-box, brightly lit, bouncing and waving at you. That never happens. So you walk out of the room, head down with that crazy and confused look on your face. hoping the thought will return...soon. At this point it’s not about the item any more, it’s about pride. This shit is happening way too often and I will not be defeated, again.
I’ve always had a problem remembering names. Even if I’ve had extended dealings with someone, if our encounters were uneventful, chances are I won’t remember their names. I remember the person, but not the name. I just give everyone nicknames. It’s a tool for me. I’m not sure if my friends and associates know this or not...so, if you’re reading this and we’ve never had a life or death experience together...forget you read this.
Studies show that making a mental game to help remember names is a valuable tool. The “experts” suggests associating names with things that might spell out a person’s name or some shit. AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR DAT! What if her name happens to have 15 damn letters in it, huh? Plus, if it takes me 2 hours to locate glasses that were already on my face, what makes you think I have the time or ability to think that fast? For instance; a sistah named Trina, black natural hair, nice personality, conservative dresser, would probably be called T. It would be easier to remember her name if she sported a blonde weave and dressed kinda slutty because the first thing to come to mind is Trina the rapper, weave and slutty. Name association.
I know I’m not alone but it’s a bit frustrating. If my memory is bailing on me now, I’d like to know when I should start pinning my name and address to my chest when I leave the house. If I write my name on my “day-of-the-week” panties, will I begin to think that every day is Jocelyn-day? Should I have my name tattoo’d on my body while I still remember it?
My resolve might be to be very very very very kind to my daughter and the rest of my family, for they’ll be the ones looking after me. Aww man homie........
