I Realize This Is A Serious Problem

(11 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

This is how it develops…

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mailbox earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.

But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox, when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left.

My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.

I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye.

They need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.

I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day…

The car isn’t washed,

the bills aren’t paid,

there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,

the flowers don’t have enough water,

there is still only 1 check in my check book,

I can’t find the remote,

I can’t find my glasses,

and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I’m really tired.


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    • Edger on February 28, 2009 at 5:50 am

    …and I’ll try to get some help for it.

    But first I’ll check my e-mail.

  1. I never had A.D.D.  Nope.  Never.

    With my current job, though, almost every day is like that.

    HUGE mess in the coffee area.  Clean & stock–

    oops! A zillion customers in line! Gotta go help–

    (whew, deep breath) Where was I?

    OMFG!  We need more soda in the open-air cooler!

    Zillion customers…

    OMFG!  Stock cigarettes!

    Coffee ran out!  Pots burning!

    Zillion customers!  (breathe)

    Where was I?

    Every fucking day!

  2. Photobucket

  3. avoiding electronic shit for awhile.


  4. when I started reading….. what was it I was reading?

    growing older is sooooo much fun isn’t it?

    • Metta on February 28, 2009 at 5:32 pm

    I put into being focused (on boring tasks or things I’d rather not do) is exhausting.  I am only now realizing what a drain this has been for my entire life.  I’m beginning to wonder if there’s some sort of epidemic or if it’s a rare ‘dis-ease’.  I have a houseful of incomplete projects,  a nightstand with 5 different book in varying degrees of completion, and questions in my mind about what action to take on this affliction.  Is it getting worse?  My awareness of it has been a sort of relief though.  At least I understand why some of my comments get blank stares in social situations. Thank goodness for hyperfocus!  HA HA!

    • Alma on February 28, 2009 at 6:11 pm

    I’ve been planning on sitting down and writing you a long screed on

    Oops, just noticed the humidifier needs filled.  brb.

  5. Diagnosed in 1967. Have spent most of my adult life self-medicating with caffeine.

    Do not want to be a part of “medication nation”. From age 7 to 14, I was taking this:

    This makes me quite employable as a Unix system administrator. Even a consultant doing gigs for a VAR. The phrase people want to hear is “interrupt driven”.

    Field engineer working for a vendor, not so much. The environment changes too much, and I pay far too much attention to the associated extraneous details than is strictly necessary.

  6. When it comes to comprehending and explaining ADD to people, Thom Hartmann is Ghod. He quite literally wrote the book. In fact, he wrote quite a few of them.

    Incidentally, he also has ADD.

  7. Actually, I don’t think you’re too bad off, though — you did an excellent job of tracing all your steps throughout the day and, I’m sure, you had good intentions!  

    Personally, it seems I have a great many days like that, but then, I attribute it to the fact that things do pile up while you’re on the computer!  

    But the worst of all is misplacing your glasses, I mean you can’t proceed with so much if you don’t have your glasses.  I seem to misplace mine with some frequency, but then I remind myself I’m not fond of extra appendages about me, so that’s why I probably misplace them, because I don’t like them.

    And then, too, this apparent ADD problem could well be attributed to the last eight plus years and the lack of peace that is has caused.  

    Well, whatever the case, don’t feel bad — I bet most of us have these problems.

  8. … rail wanted people to get the word out, so if you known any Buckeyes, tell them to call their state senator and state representative by Friday, 27th February, that they support the Triple-C fast train system.


  9. in my life 😉

    • kj on March 1, 2009 at 1:51 am

  10. …Or did I already say that?

  11. The Old Sailor

    by A.A. Milne

    There was once an old sailor my grandfather knew

    Who had so many things which he wanted to do

    That, whenever he thought it was time to begin,

    He couldn’t because of the state he was in.

    He was shipwrecked, and lived on a island for weeks,

    And he wanted a hat, and he wanted some breeks;

    And he wanted some nets, or a line and some hooks

    For the turtles and things which you read of in books.

    And, thinking of this, he remembered a thing

    Which he wanted (for water) and that was a spring;

    And he thought that to talk to he’d look for, and keep

    (If he found it) a goat, or some chickens and sheep.

    Then, because of the weather, he wanted a hut

    With a door (to come in by) which opened and shut

    (With a jerk, which was useful if snakes were about),

    And a very strong lock to keep savages out.

    He began on the fish-hooks, and when he’d begun

    He decided he couldn’t because of the sun.

    So he knew what he ought to begin with, and that

    Was to find, or to make, a large sun-stopping hat.

    He was making the hat with some leaves from a tree,

    When he thought, “I’m as hot as a body can be,

    And I’ve nothing to take for my terrible thirst;

    So I’ll look for a spring, and I’ll look for it first.”

    Then he thought as he started, “Oh, dear and oh, dear!

    I’ll be lonely tomorrow with nobody here!”

    So he made in his note-book a couple of notes:

    “I must first find some chickens” and “No, I mean goats.”

    He had just seen a goat (which he knew by the shape)

    When he thought, “But I must have boat for escape.

    But a boat means a sail, which means needles and thread;

    So I’d better sit down and make needles instead.”

    He began on a needle, but thought as he worked,

    That, if this was an island where savages lurked,

    Sitting safe in his hut he’d have nothing to fear,

    Whereas now they might suddenly breathe in his ear!

    So he thought of his hut … and he thought of his boat,

    And his hat and his breeks, and his chickens and goat,

    And the hooks (for his food) and the spring (for his thirst) …

    But he never could think which he ought to do first.

    And so in the end he did nothing at all,

    But basked on the shingle wrapped up in a shawl.

    And I think it was dreadful the way he behaved –

    He did nothing but bask until he was saved!

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