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A real problem
Simonthepilgrim
Veteran
I received this email today and decided to post it here as some of us will relate to it and those who don't will come to it - if they live long enough:
Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better, even though I have it!!
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the drive, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought in earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the bin under the table, and notice that the box is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the rubbish first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the rubbish anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my cheque book off the table, and notice that there is only one cheque left.
My extra cheques are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.
I'm going to look for my cheques, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the fridge to keep it cold.
As I head towards the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.
I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realise that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 cheque in my cheque book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....
Do me a favour. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.
Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!
Now all I have to do is try to remember what I intended to do when I sat down at my desk.
Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder. Somehow I feel better, even though I have it!!
Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the drive, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought in earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the bin under the table, and notice that the box is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the rubbish first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the rubbish anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my cheque book off the table, and notice that there is only one cheque left.
My extra cheques are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.
I'm going to look for my cheques, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.
The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the fridge to keep it cold.
As I head towards the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.
I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realise that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.
At the end of the day:
the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 cheque in my cheque book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....
Do me a favour. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.
Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!
Now all I have to do is try to remember what I intended to do when I sat down at my desk.
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Comments
Hyperbole, no doubt. What gets me more than anything, though, is quite a few years ago I started doing Spoonerisms. Now they happen whether I want to make them or not. You good people at Boo Nudist don't have to put up with me, though.
Love,
Boo Nudist
Good Day ..
Thank you for the Welcome, and the kind words. Peace and joy to you!
Black Rock City, eh? Do you vanish, like the citizens of Brigadoon but for 51 weeks of the year rather than for 100 years?
Good to meet you.
Welcome, Zopa Tenzing!
Welcome, Zopa Tenzing! Lovely to meet you!
(Don't worry, I'm not actually a nudist. There's enough suffering in this world...)
If i said you had a wonderful body, would you hold it against me...NO, I didnt mean that, I meant....
[insert foot deep down in throat]
[ignore possible double entrendre from last statement]
[ignore the fact that I realized that there WAS a double entredre in about first statement in last statement]
[IGNORE THIS POST]
What post?
:eekblue:
The Pilgrim started it. He went from one thing to another without ever finishing anything.
Some just call it STYLE.
You doin okay, bud?
metta
_/\_
Well like I was saying, I am glad that ....
NOTE: I once spent an hour with a patient who made the above dialog seem seamless. It took me 15 minutes to get to, and get back to, again and again, where she lived.
Palzang
Your post Simon fits me perfectly........It's like they were writing about " a day in the life of Deb"
Thanks for the post.........lol
plus you guys are all tooooo funny..........
Boo......I didn't know....you never told me you were a nudist......doesn't it get a little bit to cold way up north for such things...........
Where she lives, they call her Pruny-baby.....
It isn't the cold that's the problem, Deb. You get used to it after a while.
It's the ostracization...the horror on people's faces...the little children screaming and running away...That's the hard part.
But on the bright side, I never have to wait in line at the grocery store anymore...or the bank...or pretty much anywhere else.
So I take the good with the bad.
My mom just used to call it "losing her mind".
I bet the flowers look really good and you cleaned up that spill.
Sounds like a good day to me. Quit yer bitchin'
-bf