23 June 2008 @ 09:02 am
What a great morning! I managed to forget my keys, my wallet, and my metro card! I borrowed a spare to get to work and back, but I'll be having no lunch today (except an ancient bag of chips squirreled away in my bag). Brilliant, self.

I have an incredible propensity to do things like this. On the one hand, even with a mental establishment of routine and an outright knowledge of necessities such as this, I manage not to think of them at the moment I need to. On the other, even when I do VERY SPECIFICIALLY remind myself to get an item I've remembered, that reminder doesn't stick in my memory properly. Even routine business such as putting on shoes knocks the thought clean out of my head, until half an hour later when I realize I've neglected something important and swear vigorously.

This sort of thing really upsets me. Much more than it would the average person, I think. I mean, I'm supposed to be smart. Hell, that's really the only thing I can at all claim to stand out in; I have a lot of brainpower even for the relatively brainy people I hang out with. That's the ONLY positive attribute I have, I don't have ANYthing else I can claim to be good at, no talents, no other positives. And yet every time I forget something like this -- and it's pretty damn often -- it's a screaming, pounding reminder that I really am stupid as dirt, that I don't have ANYthing to call me own. Every time I do something this boneheaded -- and THAT's pretty damn often, too -- it lingers in my memory, for YEARS, and comes up all too often to bring me back down to earth again.

If I don't have my brainpower, what DO I have?
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[identity profile] dragonoflife.livejournal.com on June 23rd, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
It's not a matter of logical reasoning, though; it's a reflection on how powerfully, frequently, and tenaciously my brain regurgitates this sort of mistake. I'm still living down the ancient idiocy of accidentally running a red light, two years ago -- my brain replays that memory no matter how I try to forget it, excuse it, or simply let it rest. My brain likes to summon these memories to scourge me whenever possible.

I'll be feeling idiotic over this one for months to come. Which, as an aside, is a big reason that I don't like productions being made to save me from my own idiotic actions. ^.^ It's also why I still hate phones and visiting other people's houses, to this day.
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[identity profile] tigerphoenix.livejournal.com on June 23rd, 2008 03:24 pm (UTC)
Okay, apparently I am better at letting some things go than you are. I wouldn't have even recalled blowing the stop sign last night except for you saying something about the red light.

That's the sort of "Oops, shit happens" thing I shrug about. No one got hurt? Great. I'm not going to let it bother me.
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[identity profile] dragonoflife.livejournal.com on June 23rd, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
Well, yeah. This is one respect in which I'm king -- beating myself up for dumb stuff literally YEARS after the fact. When I do something boneheaded, it haunts me. I'm absolutely no good at setting it away.
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[identity profile] tigerphoenix.livejournal.com on June 23rd, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC)
Yes, well, if it didn't or doesn't hurt anyone, it's not something you should hang onto forever. Even you count, here.(Yes, with this sort of thing, even I count, so...take that as you will.)

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[identity profile] dragonoflife.livejournal.com on June 23rd, 2008 04:24 pm (UTC)
Believe me, this is not something I do voluntarily. It astounds and disgusts me that my brain can dig up painful, embarassing memories and smack me with them so long after the fact.
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