As I started typing out the details of whatever story I was telling, I distinctly remembered writing out the exact same things that were currently flowing from my fingertips. I just knew I had already written about it. Where was it? Had I saved it in some different format or folder than usual? I combed through all of the files on my computer where it might be, I again combed through past posts, and I again came up blank.
So, I shrugged my shoulders and kept writing. Two paragraphs later it hit me again. I had written this. I knew I had written this. Where the hell is this post? I know I’ve written this freaking post already! Again I hunted. Again, my hunt came back without a kill.
At this point I had spent more than an hour and a half on a post that should have taken me 20 minutes to write. And I hadn’t written much of it at all.
Assuming that I must be pulling from a memory that didn’t exist, I again started to write. It was painful to finish. Every word that came out felt like one that I’d already written somewhere, and recently. But where? I spent another 30 minutes searching, still unable to find anything. Then another 30 minutes. It was starting to get personal.
But it was nowhere to be found. I finally finished the post, and scheduled it to be published on the blog, just waiting for Murphy to enforce her ugly law. I had wasted three hours at this point, and had nothing to show for it but a new post written somewhat poorly because my mind was situated more on the fact that I was rewriting something that had already been written.
Then, it hit me like a sack of pig hooves. I wasn’t remembering telling the story in a post at all. I was remembering telling the story to somebody else. In real life. Another, completely real memory that I had completely forgotten. Suddenly it was all so painfully crystal clear.
[sigh] I really hate wasting valuable time, especially when the time wasting is based on something completely stupid and unnecessary.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS. I’d love to hear your comments. Anybody else ever create a false memory that affects their everyday? Anybody else ever get so caught up chasing some stupid idea that they miss the forest for the trees?
PPS. If you haven’t yet, follow along! We have a lot of fun around here, and I promise there’s actually a point to most of the posts besides to ramble about uninteresting things.