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Hippiekinkster -> RE: Things I dont understand (7/20/2008 3:14:35 PM)
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ORIGINAL: stella41b
Sometimes I don't understand other people or even myself.
It's like with keys. Why do I always put my keys in different places? I'm there, ready to leave, I've made it to the front door, and just then I remember my keys. I often have to go back and look for my keys.
I also don't understand why, when I'm in a rush, I often seem to walk into a room and forget why I've walked into it. Then I ask myself, "Why have I come in here?" As if I know the answer.
Or I'm leaving my apartment with a friend and I'm looking for my keys. I find them. Why does my friend say,"They're always in the last place you look." Of course they are. I wouldn't look for my keys, find them, and continue looking, would I?
And what is it with those people who start a conversation with you when you leave the room? You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, you get to the top of the stairs and they say something to you. So you turn round and go back downstairs to find out what they were saying to you. You walk in the room and they say "I thought you were going to the bathroom."
The thing is when you try and do the same it never works out. You go off to the kitchen to make coffee. You switch on the kettle and just then you realise you forgot to ask them how many sugars they want. So you call out, "How many sugars do you take?" You turn round, and they're standing right there next to you, and they say, "No need to shout."
I do the same thing with my keys. And my sunglasses, my wallet... I used to get irritated and frustrated, but now I just accept it. Shrug of the shoulders, mental reminder that I've been through this many times before and it always turned out OK in the past, sit down at the PC and play a game of Solitaire or the like, and it invariably occurs to me where I put them. Crisis over, on to the next one.
And that thing about someone talking to you from another room. I just ignore it now. When I come back I'll ask, "now, what did you say? There was a wall in the way and I didn't quite get it." I almost have Betsy trained now. Almost. She is sometimes soft-spoken, and occasionally mumbles. She'll ask me if I heard what she said, and I'll say, "no, didn't hear a word. I figure if it's important, you'll ask me if I heard what you said." She's getting better about it.
I don't understand how anyone can read a Termin8or post all the way through. On the 3rd or 4th paragraph, it starts looking like the Cyrillic alphabet to me. [8D]
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