There Was a Day When

There was a day when I was completely sure of what I said and did.  I mean, I knew for sure what I'd done and said.  If I neglected my page-a-day diary, I could catch it up to date a month at a time, remembering what I'd done each day.

When I watched Mission Impossible and found that many of their schemes worked because they made the villain think he'd "remembered it wrong" and the villain became confused and thought he was losing his mind, I thought that was absurd because I was so sure I would know someone was messing with my mind.  I knew what I'd done and what was going on around me.

But that day is gone.  Mission Impossible could confuse me big time nowadays.  Just this morning I took the kitchen broom upstairs to sweep up a bit.  When I was ready to do a bit more sweeping, I couldn't find the broom any where!  I was starting to think that I hadn't really taken it upstairs after all.  I couldn't even remember for sure if I'd swept at all upstairs, though I thought I had.  I was feeling confused, and then I saw the broom behind the bedroom door.  It all fell into place again smoothly.  I knew I had taken the broom upstairs, I had swept a bit and now needed to complete the job.  The confusion was over and my brain is young again.  Well, at least for now.

Posted by: NJ on 11/28/2005 9:06:23 AM , 8 comments