Brain Rot

Reader Contribution by Allan Douglas
Published on October 14, 2010
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OK, I admit that I *have* passed the half-century mark in age, but I do not consider myself old, although the term “old” does seem to have taken on some fluidity over the years. When I was a kid, 35 seemed ancient, when I got to be 35, 65 was old.  Now that I’m mid-50’s, old is somewhere above 80. And I most certainly do not consider myself to be the least bit senile, although … I have caught myself having what some would call a “senior moment” now and again. 

Just the other day, it was a Saturday, the day I always fix a nice breakfast for my sweetie – omelets are my specialty, but I can do other things too – I found myself standing in the kitchen, with an array of delicious food stuffs neatly arranged on the counter, but could not for the life of me remember what I had planned to cook. I stood there for several moments, looking at the items I’d laid out hoping for a clue. Finally it came to me and I forged ahead again. But it was embarrassing, even though I was the only one who knew about it.

Except that now you know, but you won’t tell on me will you dear reader?

It wasn’t the first time, I can’t even count the times I’ve gone into another room to get or do something only to wonder, “Why did I come in here?” That is disconcerting.

But I’ve been absent minded all my life, even as a kid I had a terrible memory. Not that I was stupid, I was actually quite bright; scoring well above average on all the IQ tests they did on us in school, but I had a hard time remembering things that had no practical and immediate application, as I saw it. 

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