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I’m at a point where I don’t remember where I put things, I just know myself well enough to guess where I would put them
…I found it. You left it in Antarctica.
There should be a small sliver saying “in my hand (I’m not aware of that)”
And one more for, “stuck it in the fridge I guess.”
Where are my glasses?!?
On your face.
I regularly wear safety glasses, and regularly put them up on my forehead when finishing a task. There are regularly already a pair of glasses up there when I put the ones I’m wearing up.
Having more than one copy of a tool is bad for me, because it allows me to not find it before grabbing the backup. The plus side is that once I’ve lost all the primary copies, I have to pay attention again because I only have one copy left.
In the pantry where the cereal box goes.
I’ve lived long enough to know that I need to have a system of: a place for everything and everything in its place.
… Now if I could only implement that, that’d be great…
I missed two days of senior beach week because I was so afraid of losing my keys I put them in my shoe where I couldn’t possibly have forgotten them.
It’s amazing how long you can search for a ser of keys without ever needing to put your shoes on.
I had this issue for a while but about a decade ago I stumbled upon someone who said “every thing should have it’s own home, and you put that thing where it lives” and it becomes somehow a lot easier.
Living with other people throws a spanner in the works but at least the thing is there much more often.
My closet is a cheap apartment the way I cram everything in there when out of space.
My pie chart of blame looks more like 90%/10%. Where if I simply set something down, even with the need to use it immediately, I lose it.
I rely heavily on my Wife to find things for me. Without her, I would lose my head.
Because I have ADHD, I have to designate special places for everything to keep them from disappearing.
They still disappear anyway. I don’t fucking get why.
Drives me crazy.
My hypothesis is that they hide. So I saturate all the hiding places so they have nowhere left to hide.
When I buy something known for liking to hide, I buy N of them and place them all in a designated “I’ve got N of these things” place (P). Then I put 1 in its home. When it hides, I get its replacement. When that hides, same again. When there are none left in P, I buy N more. Eventually they have nowhere left to hide and finding one is easy. Consequently, they stop hiding.
It’s in your pocket. Yes it is, just check
My pattern is that when I finally give up looking for something and make a definite decision to replace it or make do with something else, within a couple seconds I randomly look right at whatever I was searching for. It happens so consistently I’m sure it’s a brain pattern. My theory is that part of me knows where the thing is but doesn’t let the information rise to my consciousness because the search is a fun game. Then when I sincerely decide to quit looking, the game is over so there’s no point hiding it anymore.
