Memory Loss

We must leave the house at 3:45

No, wait, the bus arrives at 3:45

Aah, rinse the soap out of my hair and showering is done

Wait, did I wash my feet?

 

When there is a bullet of fog

lodged

in your brain,

it’s very easy for thoughts to get lost in translation.

 

The tricky part is remembering what the hell they meant in the first place.

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by Jennifer Butler Basile on September 11, 2014  •  Permalink
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Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on September 11, 2014

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  1. Sheri

     /  September 11, 2014

    Just make sure you remember to change your underwear 🙂

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  2. Elle Knowles

     /  September 11, 2014

    Yep. Sometimes I am in such a rush I have to look down and make sure I got dressed before I left the house!

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    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  September 11, 2014

      Oh no! It’s disconcerting when minor AND major details start to slip the mind!

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