Losing Track of Time

Remember that last post where the general gist was how wonderful things in my life were? Before publishing, I sent it to my closest friends and advisors. I was afraid it was too self-indulgent and painted this picture of some perfect life I was living. One friend said in response to my concerns, “You’ll find more to rant about that’s not positive, I’m sure. Life guarantees that.” 

So here’s a rant.

I may not seem like the most organized person (see previous post) but I like to think I live in a state of organized chaos. Last week, I was thwarted.

I misplaced my watch. I could not find it. I had no idea where I set it down one morning and it was not reappearing. My left wrist felt weird and I was constantly conscious of the fact that my watch was missing. I had it one second and the next I had completely forgotten where I set it down. Like a complete moron. Or this cat.

When I was little and I lost something, I would search “everywhere” for it and when I still couldn’t find it, my mom would step in to save the day. Seeing as how my mother is approximately 510.6 miles away from me, my usual methods were not going to be affective so I needed to find different solution. 

Here are some of the things I did in an effort to find my damn watch. 

1. I retraced my steps from the time when I put on my watch in the morning to the moment I realized it was missing. The only problem with this is that I was aimlessly moseying about my apartment for the most part so everything was kind of a blur of laziness. 

2. I attempted to go about the rest of my day and forget about it for a while. When I lose something important, I become obsessed with finding it; it’s all I’ll think about. So in an effort to get my mind off my temporary loss, I tortured myself with exercise and treated myself to brunch and proceeded to wander downtown Manhattan for the next hour. The idea was after a full day I would return home and suddenly remember where I placed the watch. FAILED.

3. I recruited backup and dragged my roommate into the search for my time piece. After searching every inch of the living room/bathroom/kitchen to no avail, I alerted the boyfriend and my mother about my missing watch because things were looking bleak and I needed emotional support. I was hoping that with their encouragement, my search would be reinvigorated… FAILED.

4. I told myself I couldn’t go out on a Saturday night until I found this stupid watch. Funny thing is that I still hadn’t found the watch but I went out anyway. So…FAILED.

I’m sure you can guess how this post ends…after almost a full 48 hours of searching, I found my watch ON THE TOP SHELF OF MY CLOSET. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING PUTTING IT THERE!?

I have no clue. And I honestly don’t even remember what I was looking for up there when I discovered the hiding place of my precious watch.

But right after I was done acknowledging my own idiocy, I rejoiced. I was so so happy that I could finally get on with my life.


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