1 Dec 2011
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I don't know if I suffer from "Distraction disease" or if I am distracted. Anyway both are right for me. It isn't even due to my old age and diminishing brain, no, I have always been distracted.
Already in school when whatever class didn't interest me (which was mostly the case), I rather admired the cobweb on the ceiling or a dirty spot on the collar of a classmate. Once I had to break into my own car in the middle of the Grand'Place in Brussels, because I had left the key inside but locked the door. I used the metal end of my comb to lift up the lock while people were standing around to admire my work but nobody asked me if the car was mine. I think I was 23 at that time.
The worst thing which ever happens according to Mr. G. was when I was looking for my slippers. We were married for 2 or 3 years and he didn't know yet the severity of my "distraction disease". He finally found them in the fridge, I don't know how they landed up there, probably I wanted to put some food in, because I don't like cold slippers.
Sometimes I arrive in a room and stand there not remembering why I am standing here like a statue. Then I go back where I came from and then suddenly I know again why ... or not.
Looking for my glasses and car keys is normal. I always put them in the same place, and it's not my fault that the place changes all the time. Mr. G. with the time has become a kind of Sherlock Holmes he always find them.
The reason why I write this post is, because I had a pair of earrings in my hand, saw some pieces of dry cat food on the floor, picked them up, threw the earrings out of the window and wanted to put the pieces in my jewelry box.
I will keep you informed if I find them in the gravel in front of our house, because Mr. G. is out of work he has a cold.