This just got even better.
Peanut Butter BLISS!
Okay, here is what I really came on here for. Back in February, I wrote a story and unfortunately it is not publishing worthy. It's not fiction, but a humorous reality story. However, it would be a shame if no one ever read it! So, please read, laugh, forget what you really came on the Internet to do, and enjoy!
I forgot… Again
The odds are you forgot to do something. Whether it was to do the laundry, or to buy something, you cannot escape the cruel fact that you forgot about it. Hey, you are only human. My mom tells me that I have to be her brain. I have to remember things for her. She will say, “I need you to remember this number for me.”
I assure her, “I will remember it!” Wait, I have to be her brain? Now I have to think for the both of us! I wonder if it is even possible to think for two people at the exact same time. What if I jumble our thoughts together?
“What was that number?” My mom will pull me out of my thoughts of thinking for her. “Oops, I forgot the number.” It is a good thing I only forget about 73% of the time, or else I may loose my job as being the brain.
Sometimes we will eat roast chicken right after trash day, so we put the bones in a bag and stick it in the freezer. That way it won’t stink, and no animals can get to the bones. “Remind me to throw the bones away on trash day.” My mom says. Oh boy, can I remember? “Don‘t worry, I will remind you!” Hmm, the trash man is not coming for five more days. I know I will remember this time.
When trash day arrives my mom asked, “Did we get everything?” My automatic reply is, “I believe we did!” A couple weeks later I will finally remember. “Oh, yeah. Mom, don’t forget to throw away the chicken bones!” Hey better late than never, right?
Most people, when they only need to pick up a couple things at the store, don’t make a list. Mom tells me, “Remember, we need to get dish soap.” My poor mom, she is so trusting that I will remember. Anyway, I will chant, “Dish soap, dish soap, dish soap.” all the way to the store. We walk in, spend $100, and leave without the dish soap. When we get home, I panic, “Mom! We forgot the peanut butter!” Thus, the dish soap is forgotten once again.
My mom can remember the things I am supposed to remember for her, more often than I do. Sometimes I wonder why I was given the job of being the brain.
After we learn the name of a new celebrity, or meet someone at the store, my mom will sometimes ask, “What was his name?” Oh no, is she talking to me? “Whose name?” I can’t remember. Heck, I can’t even remember the cute guys name from the Christmas party, and she is asking me this person’s name?
There are times I do remember things, and I feel like an elephant, because they are supposed to have really good memories. It is normally when I think of things that happened a few weeks ago, or when I was a little girl. However, now that I was going to write an example, I suddenly can’t remember anything. I could have been born last night for the lack of memories I have at this moment.
To be human, means that it is normal to forget things. There are things you can do to strengthen your memory, like mind games, and others things. I don’t know what they are because I keep forgetting to look them up. I believe my sister plays some sort of word game to strengthen her brain. I have a very good memory, just not when I have the chance to prove it. What can I say? I’m only human.