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Forgetting
 Anne Marie Henick
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Isn't it annoying to forget? We forget in so many ways and waste so much time trying to remember what we forgot in the first place. It's crazy how forgetfulness works.
For many of us, the most common instance happens with the remote control. One minute you have it in your hand and the next minute it's gone. If it's not between cushions or hidden in your blanket, go and check the bathroom. It's probably next to the toilet or somewhere in the fridge because you visited those places during commercial time.
Obviously you have to find it because there's no way you're going to change channels manually. It's illegal. Plus, you're roommates will be ticked because you lost it.
The next kind of forgetfulness happens when you need something and upon entering the particular room, you forget what you're doing there in the first place. This one can be a big pain especially when you're in a hurry and had to go all the way upstairs.
What about all the times you wanted to find a piece of paper and you end up staring in the fridge for some strange reason. How in the world did you end up there? Most of the time you'll just stare into the milk carton and pickles wondering why something just didn't feel right about opening up the fridge. Then you remember the piece of paper you were searching for and feel like a complete moron because obviously you're in the wrong place.
The more conversational aspect of forgetfulness includes forgetting any word that would normally have been so easy to recall. It may be as simple as the last name of a professor. You've heard it a million times but for some reason you can't remember his or her name.
More commonly known as the "brain fart" (don't ask me why), this sort of forgetfulness is probably the most disturbing because of the fact that you know it, but oddly enough your brain just can't seem to locate that particular piece of information.
With the annoying forms of forgetfulness that manifest themselves in the most untimely ways, never forget that they can be contagious and spread through households fast.
A sudden pang of hunger hit my roommate and I last week so we took off to a local restaurant. Upon our arrival, I mentioned to her that, silly me, I forgot my wallet in my room. Of course, she would forgive my forgetfulness this time and cover the cost of my food, except for one thing, she forgot her wallet, too. Sick, isn't it?
Anne Marie Henick can be reached at: [email protected]
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