Did I lose my mind all at once or was it a slow gradual process?

Okay, the first thing to go is language skills, I guess.

As I’m a writer and editor, this is bad.

Exhibit A.

I’m arguing with an author about his use of “somewhat unique to the XXX industry . . .” my argument being based on the definition, admittedly eroding, of unique. He explains why it’s only “somewhat” unique to that industry. Now, I know that there is some more elegant phrase that would palliate him and satisfy me and, as an editor, it should fall freely from my lips (or my pencil), but for some reason it doesn’t. So “somewhat unique” it remains since authors always have the last word.

Two weeks later as I’m falling asleep I think: "Somewhat peculiar to the XXX industry! That’s what I should have said. Somewhat peculiar." But at this point the book is out of my hands and in the print shop and it’s too late. Way too late.

Exhibit B.

Trying to explain to my friend why I didn’t pick up my cell phone, which is a new one, while I was driving, I grope for a phrase. (The phrase is not “I don’t answer the cell phone when I’m driving on an icy road, in the dark,” because in fact I usually do, or at least I did with the old one.) No, the phrase I am looking for has something to do, I’m pretty sure, with a word like extinct. Not that word exactly, but one like it. Sort of. I keep trying it out. “This phone is not . . . extinct. Extant?” All wrong. “That thing, you know, that animals do, without anybody telling them?” Eventually I come up with instinct, which is not exactly like extinct but not its opposite, either–and that’s still not the word. And my friend thinks I’ve lost it and could be right.

So we go on to other things and then finally the word comes to me. The word I was groping for, there? “Intuitive.” The new phone is not intuitive; can’t just pick it up and squeeze it in order to answer a call. Yeah, that’s real similar to “extinct.”

Exhibit C.
Driving home from work (again; always) I hear a song on the radio, a song I’ve loved for years, possibly decades. Being in a post-holiday acquisitive mood I decide that now is the time to figure out who did that song and to acquire it for my collection so I won’t be dependent on the whims of DJs. And speaking of the whims of DJs, the ones on the stations I listen to rarely give the artist or the name of the song (although they’ll tell you all about what was going on in the artist’s life at the time the song was written, and what kind of guitar he played, and stuff like that, if you know who the guy was in the first place I’m sure that’s very helpful). The problem here is that what I love about the song is the melody and the guitar picking, and the lyrics have never been the point, so I’ve never, in all these years, actually listened to them. They have never registered. Not one of them. Not a single word.

So, now I am listening with the intent of picking out one key phrase so I can look it up and figure out the name, and here it comes, I’m listening. Okay, got it. Six words. I can remember that. I repeat them out loud.

Hey, I can remember six words until I get home. Or at least until I get to a stoplight where I can write the six words down. It’s only six words!

Halfway through the next song I realize that, nope, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t remember a six-word catchy phrase of a song I just heard. I’ve forgotten it. I don’t remember even ONE key word of that phrase, whatever it was.

While I’m kicking myself for this, I miss my exit.

(Maybe I was always like this and I just don’t remember.)

Well, in your defence, re: Item B–intuition and instinct are similar enough that you may have been trying to lead yourself from extinct to instinct to intuitive?

Yes, of all the things I’ve lost I miss my mind the most.

I used to like to write. Okay, so I wasn’t Pulitzer material but I could usually find the word I wanted without too much trouble but then I started having a medical problem which affected my memory and concentration and I had a lot of trouble thinking or the word I wanted. Heck sometimes I couldn’t even think of the common everyday words. So “thingy” became a major part of my vocabulary. I really hate when you remember the perfect word hours or days later.

But cheer up, things could be a lot … er … thingy.

Huh? Somebody lost somethin…I like pie.

A few years ago I had a Cavernous malformation that began bleeding into my brain and caused massive grand mal seizures. It had be be treated surgically. It was located on the left side of my brain roughly in the area responsible for speech, the Broca’s area. Since then I’ve sometimes had problems finding a particular word I’m looking for that I know I know, much as you’ve described.

Problems with speech and comprehension can result from injury to that area. I’m not suggesting that you’ve got a tumor or anything, just relaying an ancedote. I understand your frustration.

That song thing used to happen to me all the time.

I finally got into the habit of calling myself at work and leaving messages on my voice mail. Especially when I wanted to remember the name of a new artist to look up later.

Try it sometime and you can get a good chuckle over how silly you sound leaving yourself a message. (at least I alway get a chuckle over my voice on the VM, YMMV)

But he can’t do that because his phone isn’t extinct!

I don’t know how old you are, but at some point this is going to happen to you more and more. For me it started in my mid-twenties, (my brain is progeric, I figure) and at 34 it’s frequent enough that I simply don’t rely on my memory. Notes are my friend. By 54 I’ll probably be in a home. But there’s nothing I can do about it, and I can still wipe myself, so all is well.

Whatever you do, don’t sweat it. Just relax and pick the closest word or phrase you can find and eventually it will come to you - or not - but if you panic or start thinking about why you can’t remember - you’re done. Remember those kids in school with test anxiety? It’s no joke. Once you start getting self-conscious about your memory it shuts off like … I forget, but it shuts off.

Henley!
(Sorry.)

I have that on a keyring. Just so I don’t forget it. :frowning:
I spent half a day trying to remember the word ‘euphemism’. I gave definitions, I gave examples. Couldn’t remember the actual word, though, if my life had depended upon it.

I hope this isn’t incipient Alzheimer’s.

Well, and I did lead myself there eventually, but it was tortious. Um, torer…uh, twisty.

:smiley: But I still got my sense of humor!
so far

It took me two days to remember jardiniere. I had to stop thinking about it and then remembered it suddenly. I’ve been told that if it’s Alzheimer’s, I would never get the word back. (So remembering is such a joy!)

My husband has a magnificent vocabulary and mine is mediocre. Recently he was reading aloud to me and came across the word propinquity. He didn’t know it and headed for the dictionary stand to look it up. I tried to wave him back. “Nearness,” I said. "It means nearness.

“You are thinking of propensity,” he said, flipping through the pages.

“No, I know what both of them mean and propinquity means nearness.”

“I don’t think so. I think it means…” And he mumbled something under his breath before continuing. “Propinquity: 1. nearness of blood : kinship 2. nearness in place or time.” He sat back down to continue reading. He doesn’t enjoy being wrong.

I took particular pleasure in being right on this one. I had been saving that word for almost half a century. When I was about thirteen, I saw a very romantic movie with Jane Wyman in which that word had been very important. It was a lovely word and Jane Wyman was lovely and I wore a lovely perfume called “Nearness” and a boy in Miss Flossie’s eighth grade class had taught me that propinquity, even in a classroom, could be…lovely. And all of it got tucked away in my memory for safe-keeping. I was beginning to think no one was ever going to bring it up again.

I think you get double points for that one. He was thinking of proximity. Propensity means a tendency or natural inclination towards something. Like, I have a propensity for drinking beer when bowling.

So, uh… I have to ask: does the OP have a brother named Penis?

I’m infamous for talking to my friends, then having to stop and ask them to help me remember the word I want to use (I at least know the meaning/definition of the word, so I tell them that, then they give me the word).
The other day I couldn’t think of the word parody.
I had to say something along the lines of, “You know, that word - where you make fun of something, but by copying and twisting it.”

uglybeech, I’ll see you at the home. We won’t need to talk, we’ll just cackle at each other.

Gawd, I hope you’re right about that. That snippet gives me hope.

Beats my reference - Zelda Gilroy to Dobie Gillis in The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis c195something.

That doesn’t sound half bad…Looking forward to it. :smiley: