I don’t know if my memory is still fucked up from the meningitis or if I’m just the least organized person on the earth, but I can’t find a goddamn thing and it’s really starting to get to me. I try so hard to be organized, to set up systems, to put things in intuitive places but it just doesn’t work. And to be quite honest, I can’t take any more looking for shit today. It is making me crazy.
I spent days dealing with our filing after I got the new computer armoire. I moved old files to my closet and filed current stuff in the file drawer. I DID NOT THROW ANYTHING OUT. So riddle me this, Batman. Where the fuck is our 2007 tax return**?
All I want is to be able to open any door, drawer or cabinet in my home and be able to see what is in it. The problem is, no matter how many times I try to get to this point, I never manage to do it. We get more stuff. I stop keeping up with things. Or, as seems to have happened now, little fucking fairies blow through with gale force winds and strew things all over the place.
I’m telling you, I’m ready to get rid of absolutely everything. As soon as I stop crying.
**The answer is: in the file drawer in a folder labeled, curiously enough, Taxes. Because it takes 15 times’ worth of looking to find a file. Not 13. Not 14. 15 or bust. I’m still getting rid of everything though.
I have this whole reoccurring Meningitis thing, but ANYWAY. After my second episode and hospitalization in two months, the doctor casually told me as he was leaving the room, “Oh, and you shouldn’t have any ‘permanent’ brain damage.”
I felt “stupid” for a spell afterward. It comes back! Think of it like a concussion.
I can’t even process dealing with recurring meningitis. I am completely and irrationally terrified of getting it again. Well, maybe it’s not irrational but you know what I mean.
It’s nice to know I can blame the ‘stupidness’ on the meningitis. I’ve been walking around worried that I have been like this all along and just didn’t know it
I don’t have any menijitis problems, but I totally agree with everything you said. I am so sick of never finding my fucking shit and I try real hard to stay calm and think logically of where it would be and it usually works or atleast has been until today when I lost a couple of spandex for volleyball, I’m not even sure how many I’m missing, but I usually have the perfect amount of blacks and one pair of blue. I’ve been looking for a half hour everywhere and cut my arm on a fucking hanger. I got frustrated and pissed so I started balling and flipping out and searching through the dirty clothes three times then I cut my arm, and guess what, I have to play tonight and my arm hurts. I can’t have nothin’ I hope they show up in time!
AHHH omg i am like this RIGHT now…i cant find ANYthing that I need and it’s driving me out of my fucking mind. Like, I put my things in one place…why can’t they just stay there ?! I swere I must like fucking sleep-walk and move my shit around at night cuz i never touch a thing -.- gggrrrrr.
it drives me absolutely insane! I can’t find anything! even now, I’m looking for my camera and it’s nowhere to be found. >:C