So, once again I forgot to set the Arkham Rat post to publish this morning. And since I want that to be a series posting on Friday I’ll wait to post it next Friday. What I will do, though, is set it up to post when I get home tonight, that way I don’t have to try to remember to post it.

As for today’s discussion, I believe I’m going to focus on the title subject, and talk about just how forgetful I am. And let me assure you right now, I am very friggin forgetful.

You know the old adage: You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached. This is very true in my case. 

At work we have key cards to get into the building. I’ve got mine on a lanyard and I hang it over my review mirror. Everyday one of my carpool mates has to remind me to grab it. If he didn’t I wouldn’t remember the thing until I got to the door and found I couldn’t get in.

Another example of my forgetfulness is chores. Getting me to do things at the house is a royal pain in the rear. Just ask my wife. She’ll ask me to do something and I’ll say I will. Then she has to ask me about it again and again and again before I actually get around to doing it. And that’s if she’s not gotten past the point of frustration and did it herself. 

Yet another example is knowing what I have to do while I’m on one room, then walking into another room and having absolutely no idea why I went in there.

You really can’t imagine how incredibly frustrating this is for me. I forget to do things I promised I’d do for other people. Then not do it. Now, not only do I have somebody angry at me, but I’ve got this intense feeling of failure digging into the back of my brain. One I can’t get rid of no matter what I do. And all of that feeds into the cycle of failure, because now those people won’t ask me to help them anymore, figuring I won’t remember to do it, and that will leave me depressed because I like helping people. ๐Ÿ˜”

It’s also not like I’ve tried to do things to overcome this personality flaw. I’ve tried lists and charts and setting reminders on my phone, but none of it has mattered. I’ll look at the list and say I’ll remember to do that later. I make the charts, then forget to check them. And the reminders on my phone I’ll just push whatever button I need to to get the notification to go away.

All of it just really sucks, and I don’t know how to change it. ๐Ÿ˜•

If any of you have any suggestions that might help please leave them in the comments. And to help the blog grow please like and share it on all your social platforms. 

One more thing, I’m sorry this post became me whining about life. I’ll try not to let it happen again, but I make no promises.

Consecutive Days Blogging: 5

(At least I’ve managed to remember to blog.)

Sleeping Destroyed

So, this totally isn’t the post I wanted to make today. I was planning on starting my Arkham Rat series today, one I’m going to try to turn into a regular Friday feature, but I thought it was Thursday when I got up this morning and didn’t set it up to post. 

That being said, I do have a topic I’ve had in mind for a while. One that I’ve been thinking about for years in fact. It’s about sleep.

I have a terrible time getting to sleep. But when I do get to sleep I’m damn near impossible to wake up. I’ve never found an alarm clock that will wake me up. And I know this is super frustrating for my wife because I depend on her to get me up, like I’m a damn 10 year old getting ready for school. ๐Ÿ˜‘

Anyway, I’ve had a solution to it tumbling around I my head since I first heard about the condition. 

There are people in the world who are permanent insomniacs. Due to some insane circumstance they’re not able to sleep. Not at all. Zip. Zero. Zilch. They still have to lay down for a couple of hours to allow their minds some rest, but other than that they don’t sleep.

For me that seems like a godsend. Exactly what I need to get ahead in life. I’ve toyed with the idea of having the sleep center of my brain surgically destroyed to create this condition. And each time I think about it, I know there’s not a doctor on the face of this earth that would preform the procedure. Not for the amount of money I could offer for it anyway. (Which is practically $0 by the way. Mainly because my wife wouldn’t let me. ๐Ÿ˜†) 

Meaning I’ve got to find some other way of coping with my sleeping problems. When I figure it out I’ll let you in on the secret. And if you have any suggestions, please feel free to leave them in the comments. And if you might want to help the blog grow, consider liking and sharing it on all your social media networks. I would be super appreciative, and might consider naming my first born after you. 

Anywho, that’s all for now.

Consecutive Days Blogging: 4