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.”
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 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.