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The Life of a Loser

I lose things. Everyday ordinary things. Who has not lost the keys on occasion for 15 minutes? Or found you just cannot seem to remember where you put your housecoat-in the laundry or back on the bathroom hook again? We are all prone to little bouts of forgetfulness.
But I often also find myself wondering about the where-abouts of things like my bankcard. It is my source of money, but it could be on my bedside table, my computer desk, or in the basket on the microwave. Worst case scenario-it is in my new found, sure fire place where I will remember to keep things--and even though I cannot remember WHERE that is now--I will. It is new. Unless, by some off chance I put it in my wallet. I hope not. I will not find it there for days. I also find myself doing this often with my watch.
That is not the worst of it. I also lose things like my brush. My hair is always in need of a good brushing. It is thin and fly-away. I know I should know where my brush is. But I have already remembered 14 times today where it was lost all the other times I had to fix my hair. I also notice the only time I cannot ever remember where my brush is at all, is when I am on my way out the door. It happens most days of the week.
By the way, has anyone seen the TV remote?
Now, this is all a little bit past the ordinary-but while I am confessing-let me do it fully. I lose things that I enjoy the most. Your list is likely different, but mine includes things like the book I am reading, my journal, my funky socks. I can actually lose the pens that follow me around everywhere I go. I love my pens but I am prone to putting them down. I should know better.
Being a person who constantly loses things does something to you. You start to think you have lost things, when you have not. Like the coffee that is permanently stuck in my hand. I lose it many times a day. Here is an example. I put my coffee on the kitchen table while I go to find a pen to do a crossword. I find a pen in the book bag in my bedroom. I get half way between the bedroom and kitchen when the terror strikes. Where is my coffee?? It is not really lost. It is either in one of the two places and in the deep reaches of my mind-I know this. You come to accept these false alarms if you are a person like me.
The anxiety we people feel at times like this can be overwhelming. It is a constant struggle for us to remember all these things, day after day. Please remember we are all not as stupid as we appear. Even if I cannot remember the date-I do know what day of the week it is. I have not lost my mind.

May 18th is International Be Kind to Losers Day.

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