Went in to the refrigerator a while a go and realized that the peanut butter was in there. The strange thing is that I don’t remember putting there. I don’t store the peanut butter there at all. It goes in the cabinet on the other side of the kitchen. Best I can figure, after having some toast this morning I ended up putting it there when I put the bread back. No one else could put it there, I’m the only one that lives here.
That got me to thinking about other things I do with out even thinking about it.
I take Claritin almost every day. More than a few times a week I have to think about whether I’ve actually taken it that day or not. I take it so automatically that sometimes the memory of actually taking it doesn’t get recorded.
Rarely do I not take the iPod with me in the car. I despise listening to the radio. I hate having to listen to the commercials. Every once in a while I leave the iPod sitting on the desk on the way out. Usually about 10 minutes later when I try to turn it on in the car I realize it’s not there. When I think about it, the recollection that I left it behind isn’t even there. I then try to remember if I left it somewhere. That’s not something I want to lose.
The same thing happens when I leave my keys behind. I have two sets of keys, one for the house/office and one for the car. I can’t actually leave the house without the car keys but some times the other set stays behind. Because of this I have two extra keys to get in to the house. I’ve locked myself out more times than I can count.
I chalk all of these up to memory glitches in my brain. It’s the same thing as with a computer. On some occasions the brain skips a step and fails to record something.
Rainah would claim these things to be habits. Her definition of a habit is a little flawed. The dictionary defines a habit as: an automatic pattern of behavior in reaction to a specific situation; may be inherited or acquired through frequent repetition) I think Rain’s definition goes more like this: a pattern of behavior, spoken or otherwise, which is randomly performed without thought or conscious knowledge. That’s more the definition of a personality trait than anything else.
I’m going to get yelled at for that last paragraph, I know it.
NaBloPoMo FAIL! Made it 12 days before I had to stop. I have a good excuse, I had to go to the Pens game and there are only so many minutes in the day. The same thing is going to happen Tuesday and Saturday this week. Friday is the Eagles concert. Light up Night is the same night. Who the hell thought that was a good idea. I’m sure there will be a rant on how we couldn’t find parking and ended up parking some where stupid.
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