It’s exactly that feeling of walking into a room and forgetting why you’re there, but ALL THE FREAKING TIME. I was hopeful this would maybe not apply to me but many things have led me to believe that it does. I think I am by nature an intelligent albeit scatterbrained person and the things I describe have happened to me (and probably most people) with varying degrees of frequency during my lifetime but now it’s like every day, multiple times a day. Over the weekend while catching up on Tyrant and The Strain I had to look up some of the characters’ names a handful of times. I was suspicious when after looking up one name and closing the browser, the name immediately vanished from my brain. Tomas started giving me the stink eye after the third time of asking “what’s that guy’s name again?” I would say well those shows have characters with foreign sounding names except I noticed it during Pixels yesterday at the movies too, and it would have been rude to start googling on my phone in the theater (not that all people care about being rude during movies but that is a rant for another day.)
I am now telling my family things and re-telling them an hour later. Every day for the last week I have left the house and had to return for something forgotten. I have made it anywhere from the end of the block or just my driveway. One day I was halfway to work when I realized my lunch was on the counter and my phone on my dresser at which point I said fuck it and continued on my way. At least I can safely assume I have not left my curling iron on except the other day I actually did briefly wonder if I had left it on even though IT’S NOT EVEN IN THE BATHROOM ANYMORE.