The fight against frazzled-ness.
My name is Grace and I am a frazzled person.I have no idea where anything is. I don't know where the tutorial is tomorrow afternoon. I don't know where the pizza place at Randwick is. I don't know where my hospital badge is.
I lose more things than I own. Items I have lost include my wallet, glasses, train pass, keys, pencil case, jewellry, jackets, calculator, library card, lip balms, hair ties, umbrellas, folders, library books, CDs, shoes; to only name the ones I can remember, and to only name the ones I have lost and never found again (thankfully many more have come back to me, usually when I've been looking for something else). Two weeks ago I lost my cardiology notes. Today I lost my eraser.
If I have been to your house, I have probably left something there at least once before. At least once a week I will walk out of the house, get in the car, drive to the traffic lights and then remember that I forgot something. I will run back to the house and my mother would already have the door unlocked because she knows I have forgotten something again. One time I went back to the house 3 times. My neighbours thought I was crazy.
I never remember to bring things. Stuff that I borrowed from people, stuff that people want to borrow off me, stuff I want to give people, letters I never remembered to bring out with me and put in the post box. If you want something off me come and pick it up. But first give me some time to find it.
But I don't want to be frazzled. Losing things makes me want to cry. Leaving things behind, forgetting things, getting lost frustrates me to no end. This all happens a lot. Which 1) reminds me continually that I am a twit and 2) makes me wish that I weren't a twit.
And damnit I just want to find my eraser. I know it's just an eraser but heck, it's the principle of the matter. My fight against frazzled-ness and twit-dom is at stake here.
Ugh, where the heck is it?!?
posted by me. @ 4:44 PM
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