Forget About It, No Really, You’ve Forgotten About It
“Give it to me,” I rumbled under my breath.
“Give you what?” he sincerely responds.
“You know what,” I say accusing, growling lightly.
“Really, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he innocently shrugs.
“Quit screwing with me! You had it this morning! You even told me you had it!” I pleaded, trying to call his bluff.
“What in the world are you talking about?!?”
“First thing this morning you triumphantly announced that you had it. You told me, ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it. You go ahead with what you’re doing.’ And you know what? I listened to you! I trusted you!” I accused, growing more impatient as the conversation progressed.
“Truthfully, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re acting irrationally. Let’s just calm down. How about we listen to some music or see what our friends are doing on Facebook. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?” he weakly offered as a consolation prize.
“Quit trying to distract me. You had it and you lost it. Just admit it. You’re getting older and can’t keep track of things. I’m surprised you can remember how to get home some days,” I sadly state the obvious.
“Wow. I forget one little thing and you lose all faith in me? Really. Listen, I’m trying here. I give it everything I got. Every. Day. Sometimes you ask too much! I could use a little help sometimes,” he responds, another sad truth added to the conversation.
“You’re right, it’s unfair of me. I do ask too much of you at times. I just want to keep you active. There’s a part of me that worries that if I don’t ask enough of you, you may slow down and start to forget other things. Sorry, but if we’re being truthful here, that’s my real concern.”
“I get it. It’s not your fault. I’m doing my best. Like I said, I could use a little help now and then,” he reiterates his plea and solution.
“Deal. I’ll figure out a way to take a little pressure off of you. Just do me a favor and hang in there. I really need you. Now more than ever,” I plead.
“Deal. Oh, and guess what?” a shot of excitement stirs his comment.
“What?” I play along, not sure where this is going.
“I found that ‘idea’ I had earlier that you wanted me to remind you about! Sorry, I lost it for awhile. But, it just popped back up and I found it! I truly forgot about it, but it just surfaced again out of the middle of nowhere!” he triumphantly exclaimed.
“You rock bud. Thank you. And I promise to help you out from now on. Whenever you have an idea, I’ll write it down in Evernote so you can forget about it and go on to something different,” I concede. “And thanks for remembering!”
“Hey, we’re in this together. I had another idea I wanted to run by you, can you pop open Evernote?” he asks happily, following our new agreed upon protocol.
Of all the daily discussion I have, the most exhausting ones are with MY OWN BRAIN. Once again, we were able to come up with a solution to our relationship shortcomings.
What did we learn? Write it down! As soon as an idea hits—no matter how we believe we’ll remember it later—write it down!!!
Okay, gotta go. We need to discuss the other voices in my head. They’re talking about unionizing and striking if I don’t give in to their demands for aspirin!
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