I have yet to meet someone as scatterbrained and forgetful as myself. Everyone who knows me personally knows that I have been like this forever. I feel like I live in another world inside my head. I call it auto-mode. I'm going through the motions, but I'm not here. I constantly misplace everything... keys, license, money, books, you name it. When I used to work as a receptionist, I would have to relay who was calling and by the time I pressed hold and called the extension, I had already forgot who had called. Short term memory is SHOT! But the interesting thing is... I have an amazingly vivid memory when it comes to memories of my past. I have memories all the way back to being 3 years old. Memories that strike me emotionally are super vivid, even if they weren't that important. In some mundane memories, I can remember what I was wearing, the smell outside, the song on the radio and sometimes even the date. Its CRAZY! I am definitely a scatterbrain. These are a couple of other examples:
~ I read alot of books, mostly metaphysics, psychology and such. Even though I understand what I read and I feel I retained the information, I find it very difficult to explain to someone else.
~ I am also really good at trouble shooting and figuring out complicated stuff, but I can never expain to someone else how I did it. And if I had to do it again, I usually have to start from square one, unless the task becomes routine.
~ When I have a conversation with someone. I am a super good listener. People know this and seem very comfortable talking to me. I can focus on one situation very attentively, and I have great abiltiy to empathize. But..... when some one asks me to recall what exactly was said on either end of the conversation, I can never remember. I think I absorb more of the FEELING of the conversation, rather than the words spoken.
~ I am always getting lost, even if I've been to a specific place several time. I have to go there often in order to remember where it was. Landmark and such, just dont register in my brain. Which is wierd, because I have a vivid imagination, I think in pictures.
My sixth grade teacher called me Space Cadet! My fifth grade teacher tied my notebook and pencil to my desk, because after lunch I could never find them!




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