Mostly, I think it’s just stupidity: When I’m stressed, I’m not smart enough to look for something and actually identify things at the same time (which are two different processing tasks).
But you know when someone has a stroke, and they loose the ability to notice anything on the left (or right) side? Visual hemiagnosia, or spatial neglect? I wonder if sometimes I’m experiencing a specific mind failure rather than just stupidity.
I can never find anything in my purse unless I dump it out and there you find it all!
So anyway
Yeah happens all the time here. I chalk it up to the black hole, otherwise how can it not be there on the table all by itself and I come back in and its there!
Blast the link to scientific explanations and just be assimilated!
When I worked at the University of Chicago, my office was broken into. They stole a clock radio and an electric typewriter I’d had for years. About three years later we moved here.
After we’d lived in a rented house for one year and our current house for about five years (having packed and moved twice), the “stolen” electric typewriter turned up on the bottom shelf of a closet in the hall. Neither of us put it there and it was a closet we used all the time.
We’re keeping an eye on our daughter’s house and cats while she’s away on vacation, so obviously she gave me one of her house keys. My husband was going over there to check out some maintenance items she asked him to look at, so I took the key off my keychain and, unable to find another actual key chain, fastened a couple of large yellow paperclips to it. So he took the key and within 10 minutes had managed to lose it. Hours later he found it on the floor of his vehicle. “But I looked there twice before, and it wasn’t there!” Yeah, right.
You must never consciously look for keys. If you suspect you will soon have a need for keys, then start a frantic search for something else, wallet, glasses, anything. You will find the keys while looking for the something else. You must then hang on to them and don’t let go. Walk straight to the car. Get in and drive.
So Sahirrnee went upstairs and, for no discernible reason, placed a can of pledge behind a bunch of boxes in an unused bedroom and then immediately forgot doing so?
So do my mother’s glasses. There have been times she’s phoned me, desperate, because she can’t find them anywhere. Once they were atop her head (it’s a pair of glasses Mom, not a diadem!), at least twice they’d fallen between the pillow and arm in her favorite armchair, and the last time they were in the fridge. What, isn’t that how you get cool glasses?