My memory is going. I don’t have any measurable proof, at least not yet, but it’s something I fear. I’ve heard of people who’ve forgotten about stuff that happened ten minutes ago, yet can recall obscure knowledge they’d gained decades in their past.
Case in point: socks. I was sitting on the edge of my bed yesterday morning putting on my socks when the word “calcetines” popped into my head. Huh. Socks in Spanish. Where’d that come from?
But ask me what I had for dinner two hours ago. I can tell you one thing— it wasn’t calcetines.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I can’t be sure my dinner wasn’t socks. I’ve had sleep eating/cooking experiences, only lnown due to finding dirty pans the next day (no, I wasn’t taking sleep meds). I’ve never figured out what I made/ate the first time, only that it involved an equally unknown sauce.
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Dang!!
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Do you also do the -walk into a room for something you just thought you needed and as soon as you get there you’ve forgotten what it was you came for- that’s me all the time and has been for years.
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All the time. Sometimes more than once in search of the same forgotten item.
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Thank you! So glad I’m not alone 🙂
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“Put a calcetine in it” just doesn’t have the same ring.
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Ha! You’re so right!
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