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Please do. I’d be very interested.
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Obsidian**‘s explanation is interesting and I’d like to hear more if she’s willing to participate also. I don’t understand the "disorganized/distractable/klutzy/unlucky’ part of the explanation, but I’d like to try. I can understand those factors making one late occasionally but I don’t understand how they would make one late habitually. For instance, I can understand a few days of disorganization after which you organize better and things run smoother or a couple days of spilt things on a blouse after which you put on your blouse last or something. But how do these things happen on every occasion?
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I’d be interested in participating.
And as for the why? Man, I wish I knew.
I am the absent-minded professor. If you wanted to break it down to physiology, it is likely a combination of poor coordination and a signifigant case of ADD. For someone who is very smart, the sheer volume of stuff I forget, misplace, drop, or trip over would astonish you. In October, I broke my foot while. . . walking. I just stepped wrong and fell off the side of my shoe. I hurt myself bad enough to need medical treatment doing something completely normal (like walking) 2-3 times per year..
I’ve been berated most of my life for it. I’m inconsiderate. I’m just not careful. It’s deliberate and I’m choosing to be this way. People say this because they can not grasp my hands and feet don’t always go where I’m aiming them.
My mom used to tell me that if I just paid more attention, that it would be different. And yeah, I could live my life as if everything I held was a museum artifact. It would take me 4 hours to do the dishes. I choose, instead, to buy cheap plates and have a dustbin ready.
I tried once to conquor the forgetfullness by reminders, notes, and concentration. It’s an exhausting, awful way to live. Imagine needing to have a post-it to remind you to do the most basic things, every day. Brush your teeth. Put on deoderant. Pick up your purse. Make sure you have car keys. My walls would be covered with them by breakfast.
I can’t make myself be different. I want so badly to do so. You have no idea. But after many years, I have come to the conclusion that this isn’t a choice, and I can’t change it. The only thing I can do if work around it. So I keep toothpaste in my desk & deoderant in my glove box. I have a locator beeper attached to my keys, and multiple spare sets. I set two alarms. I allow extra time. I work in a creative feild, where eccentric is tolerated. I make a lot of lists. (I am good under pressure, because my whole life is a deadline I’m just barely making.)
I am also inexplicably unlucky. For example I am rear-ended while stopped at a light about once a year (only once was there serious injury). I bought a car that is traffic-cone orange, but it hasn’t helped. I have never been in any other sort of accident.
featherlou, I also wonder if my sense of how long things take is screwed up. Maybe that’s why it seems like I need to allot such a large amount of extra time. Maybe that’s also why my guestimating about said extra time is sometimes waaaay off (to where I’ll be really, REALLY early, or late despite my best efforts). Don’t know how to reset my sense of time, though