I needed to find some papers I have, regarding house repairs I have to make. I last saw these papers about two months ago, but don’t remember where I put them. Since Friday, I’ve been combing every room of the house, going through stacks of papers, boxes of things, wracking my brain trying to remember where these papers are.
This afternoon, it occurred to me to open my file cabinet and look in the file named “HOUSE.” Voila! :smack::smack::smack:
Am I the only one who does shit like this?
There was a time in my life when I could remember where every-damn-thing I owned was. The docs tell me I’m crazy, but I swear that each time they put me under for an operation my memory gets worse. Regardless of what is causing it - operations or old age - I now have to be *very *careful about putting stuff in a logical place - and even then there is no guarantee that I will think to look for it there.
Maybe it’s old age, maybe I’m just losing my mind. For me, the kiss of death is “let me put Item X in Location Y, so I’ll Be Sure To Find It Later.” Guaranteed formula for losing stuff, often for months on end. I tend to be good at “logicking” my way through finding things other people have lost, but absolutely can’t follow my own logic.
Related: I had a roommate in college who always lost his car keys. I learned from him that one should always search the refrigerator first. (He’d come in from school or work, head straight for the fridge for something cold, and drop his keys in there. Now, whatever I lose, I opend the refrigerator first. The kids think I’m weird.)
I have a drawer where we keep things that will only be used very occasionally, like the holiday window decorations. I also use it for small gifts that I buy far ahead, or just in case. When I cleaned it out over the weekend I found two pez dispensers that I must have gotten for the kids for Christmas, possible 2007. Why have I not learned to check that drawer when I do the Christmas stockings? I know that’s where I put those things.
Many members of my family, including me, are notorious for intentionally leaving things in places where we’ll be sure to remember them… and then forgetting where we left them.
The worst is where I know I was holding something thirty seconds ago and can’t remember where I just set it down. This is somewhat easier to deal with now that I live in a one-bedroom apartment.
Lacunae, I always suggest people check the fridge first, too. Fortunately, I’m right often enough with my weird suggestions for places to look that my friends listen to me (the classic example being the time I told my friend Mike to check his bathroom for the salt ‘n’ pepper).
I once was dead tired. Got out of the shower, toweled off, wrapped the towel around my waste, then walked to my rack. Upon getting there, I got out a fresh pair of undies, slipped them on, then… Wheres my towel? Boogy*, seen my towel? No dude. Goose*? Grandpa*? Meat*? Any of you seen my towel? No man, haven’t seen it. I proceed to start looking around for the bastard that stole my towel, getting progressively more pissed off by the moment, as I’ve been up for 20 hours and I just want to go to sleep, and if i can’t find my last goddamned fucking towel its going to get thrown out and then I will be drying off with a motherfucking tshirt for weeks until we pull into a goddamn port, NOW WHICH ONE OF YOU PIECE OF SHIT COCKSUCKERS STOLE MY MOTHERFUCKING TOWEL!
‘Hey Andy?’, says Tiki*
WHAT?!
(Tiki points down at my waste)
CJ sees his towel wrapped around his waist.
You fucking bastards.
I then crawled into bed as those same bastards were on the ground crying with laughter.
*All real nicknames of the guys I served with.
What - is that a variation on “hide the poo” that my classmates used to play or were you planning on sending it home to mum and dad? (hint: I think the word you were looking for is waist)
I like it when I can’t find my glasses because I am wearing them.
I am forever putting important paperwork “somewhere where I’ll be able to find it later.” This is the best way to be sure I’ll never see it again.
Unimportant paperwork, on the other hand, I can put my hand on instantly. I once tried filing my important paperwork the same way as I do my unimportant paperwork, using the “toss it on the nearest stable flat surface” method, but - you guessed it - that caused the important paperwork to disappear even faster, leaving behind only the unimportant stuff.
Keys, glasses, small household items - I have no problems keeping track of them. Paperwork, on the other hand, seems to be hellbent on driving me insane.
Oh, man, Panache45, I’ve done that a lot of times.
My solution to the “I’ll put it here where I’ll know where it is” is kind of quirky. I think very clearly to myself, just as if I’d said it out loud “The keys are in the basket on the fridge” or whatever, and I remember. If I don’t specifically think that thought to myself, and just kind of toss them there–well, no way in hell will I remember, and I’ll spend 45 minutes looking for the bastards.
sniffles I am not alone!
I am the same, if I put something important somewhere safe* I will always forget where I put it.
*This means someplace less likely to be buried under other crap.
I still haven’t found my mortgage coupons for February and March, I mailed the payments without the coupons.
I brought home some model paint (I’m always buying paint) and set it down and immediately it vanished. I practically ransacked the whole house, and I swear that stuff dropped into the sixth dimension or something. Why, oh, why didn’t I just take it directly to the hobby room? :smack:
… Have you checked the hobby room?
Extensively.
So the weirdest thing happened to me today, I came home and there was some model pain in my fridge next to the milk, any of you guys know where that may have come from? 
Can’t help you, but I do have some regular pain in my wrist that you can have if you want it.
Hey, mail it to me. I’ll send you a check for the postage; but my bank account has some odd restrictions, so I’ll send you a check for the postage plus $100. You send me the paint, and a check for the $100 overage, and-- 
Well, I finally found that hobby paint. It was on the shelf, next to the other hobby paint.
Yes, that’s right, I had put it away and then forgotten about it :smack: and overlooked it while I was searching. :smack::smack:
Ahem.
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