I can never remember anyone’s name. I’m hopeless because my mom would call me by my SISTER’S name every once in a while (I’m a guy).
That’s okay, my mom continually calls me by the pets names (all of whom have been dead for 20+ years now), then she goes for the pet’s species.
I misplace shoes and slippers (hey, they were RIGHT THERE a minute ago!) on a daily basis. Can’t seem to get them to stay put.
I can remember the address and phone number of my seventh grade girlfriend as well as my locker combination from the same grade…but I have no idea where the key is to the lock on my boat trailor.
I can’t hold on to keys. I have combination locks on a number of things, and I’ll remember their combinations forever, but if I need to have a keyed-type lock, I’m screwed.
(I’ve found that combination locks have a rough time making it through a Minnesota winter outside. Hence, key locks and lost keys.)
That’s pretty unusual, orangutan.
Simple. Move to Tuscon.
Thanks. I read the OP and thought, “yeah that’s me, too” and then I realized I couldn’t even remember Avagadro’s Number.
The good thing about doing the forgetting why you went to another room at home is that less people see you do it. I am constantly walking from the back office to the main office or any other room in the clinic and forgetting what I was looking for and looking around confused and then stomping back to the back office to retrace my steps to the giggles of my co-workers.
The other day I was walking to my car and started fishing around in my purse for my sunglasses and I couldn’t find them. I started thinking that I may have left them at home then I noticed they were in my other hand.
I too seem to remember a lot of trivia or stuff from school many many years ago that I don’t even need anymore. I hate math and I only recently managed to forget what sine and cosine are … but I won’t go off on that tangent.
Morning routine:
Do whole set of usual morning rituals, wash up, get dressed, have breakfast, get my stuff for work, open the carport gate, get in car, start…
… go back in to take my HBP pill. Get back in car…
… go look at coffeepot to see it’s off. Get back in car…
… go fetch cell phone from charger. Get back in car…
… go put the computer to sleep. Get back in car, drive away…
… drive around block and past house again to make sure I closed the carport gate when I first drove off.
Yet I, too, remember Avogadro’s number, the OBAFGKM main stellar sequence, that Leroi Ladurie wrote Montaillou, and a large amount of other things I do not require on a daily basis. If anyone ever develops the brain equivalent of a closet organizer, when they try to plug me in there will first be the equivalent of the proverbial avalanche of stuff when opening the door…
Well, you all now know why Avogadro seldom gets any calls – imagine having to dial that number! :eek:
Eh, make a Notepad file of whatever you commonly buy at the store. Make a shortcut to desktop to it. Then, when you make out your shopping list, have that opened, so you can look at it and remember that you need onions.
Oh, I am so glad it’s not just me. Lyrics to every bad pop song from the 70s? Got ‘em right here. The scissors I just set down two seconds ago on the table I have not moved one inch from? No friggin’ clue.
I have purchased seven pairs of cheater-reader glasses, so I won’t have to go looking for them every time I need them. I just stick a pair in every room and one pair in my purse. I can’t tell you how many times I have been in a restaurant unable to read the menu, and come home to find FIVE pairs of readers on my desk and two pairs on the back of the toilet tank.
Wait. What was the question again?
The worst by far is driving down the road and realizing that your keys aren’t in your pocket, and you’re not quite sure where they are.
I often find myself hunting through my room for my MP3 player, while quietly singing along to whatever song my MP3 player is piping through the headphones.
There are certain advantages to having a wife who designs databases for a living. We have a database with all the groceries listed in it. We use a form that lists them by relevant household area, with a checkbox, to make the week’s list, then print it out in a different form that lists them all in precise aisle order for our local supermarket, to take shopping.
How’s that, eh?
David, the good news is that I’m reading a book on popular neurology at the moment that says that a study has shown that young people forget what they came into a room for precisely the same amount as older people. Older people just get more annoyed by it.
I regularly put my car keys in the fridge - that way I can’t go to work forgetting the food I prepared earlier.
But I’m always scared that the cold will stop the remote unlock from working :rolleyes:
And for the first time in 18 months of working away from home, I drove off (and only 5 minutes down the road) without my cell phone. I would have died if I didn’t have it for the week - well, my wife would have killed me 
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Si
I saw last night, for the first time, ‘The Bourne Identity’. I imagine Jason Bourne would sympathise with your predicament, trifling though his concerns were in comparison.
Huh. Bit windy. Prefer your way.
Next time I run into some old person I’ll pass that along. 
Heh. Graham’s the one I feel sorry for. 
At least Avogadro’s number is something other people might ever want to know.
I can remember that Deborah VanValkenberg played the brunette sister on Too Close For Comfort. I forgot however, to bring my wallet with me when I left the house this morning.
Late last year I had to pay some hefty library fines because I could not remember where I had left a book called Scattered Minds: Hope and Help for Adults with ADHD
His home number, his work number, or his cell number?