Absent Minded, Part II − 22 March, 2008
Am I growing more like my father? He is well known for being absent minded. Until one grows to accept a friend or relative who is absent minded, it can be utterly exasperating! You can tell the forgetful one something, but you’d better be prepared to tell it to him or her a few more times!
I find myself asking someone a question, and actually caring about the answer. But too often, once the person begins answering my question, my mind wanders, and I realize that I have no idea what the person has said. For the most part, I don’t think people notice.
But today my absent-mindedness led to small embarrassment. My husband told me he was going to the gym shortly to work out. While I was in the shower, a few minutes later, he came to kiss me goodbye, and I asked him whether he and his brother were leaving for lunch. Oops!
Frequently, although I care very much about the weather report, several days of a weather report on the radio will have passed by before my brain tunes in. On a Monday, I might have a pretty good idea of what Wednesday’s and Thursday’s weather will be, but I will have no idea what to expect that day and the next!
Like my dad, I live inside my head a lot of the time. His head is filled with lots of meaningful thoughts. My head seems to be filled with some thoughts and but also a lot of noise. Sometimes I wish it’d just quiet down in there!
I find myself asking someone a question, and actually caring about the answer. But too often, once the person begins answering my question, my mind wanders, and I realize that I have no idea what the person has said. For the most part, I don’t think people notice.
But today my absent-mindedness led to small embarrassment. My husband told me he was going to the gym shortly to work out. While I was in the shower, a few minutes later, he came to kiss me goodbye, and I asked him whether he and his brother were leaving for lunch. Oops!
Frequently, although I care very much about the weather report, several days of a weather report on the radio will have passed by before my brain tunes in. On a Monday, I might have a pretty good idea of what Wednesday’s and Thursday’s weather will be, but I will have no idea what to expect that day and the next!
Like my dad, I live inside my head a lot of the time. His head is filled with lots of meaningful thoughts. My head seems to be filled with some thoughts and but also a lot of noise. Sometimes I wish it’d just quiet down in there!
