Befuddlement, it’s the perfect word for that moment, when you find yourself in the middle of the room, without the slightest idea of what you came to get, or do.
It’s a glitch, a processing error that creates a momentary lag in memory; an affliction that resembles aging. And I absolutely hate it!
Embedded in the human experience are mishaps common to each of us, the stubbing of one’s toe and the bumping of one’s head, these events are surprises when they happen, but we’re never surprised that they can and do happen. That is, if we’re alive, then it’s almost to be expected, as if we ourselves are characters in a Charlie Chaplin movie.
It’s not limited to any age group, it happens to children, but their response to the mishap seems quite contrary to the adult response. And for this, I envy them.
I’ve watched them come tearing into a room, stop and look about and then dash back out; they seem oblivious that their round hands remain empty. I’ve asked my daughters what they came for and they’ve simply shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I dunno.” And that’s that, the end.
Just like that, they both lost a moment and dismissed it. Yes, they’ve acknowledged that it happened, but they don’t succumb to it; don’t wonder if it’s the beginning of some horrible condition, like the early stages of dementia.
Because this sort of thing happens, it’s inevitable that we’ll walk empty handed into a room, then have no idea what we’ve come in for, or what we had to say or do, POOF! The thought vanished.
Like life itself, we’re born and we learn to walk then run. We start off with so much promise, and our ideas seem bright and then sometimes we settle, never fully grasping our best selves. For love, for lack of money for whatever the reason, now irretrievably gone, like some whimsical vapor, it doesn’t matter.
And we grow older. It’s not a bad thing, after all it is what it is, but we might need to start understanding that memory glitch. Because technology might not have an answer. So, just in case we arrive at the future and don’t know what we came for… let’s spin around and live life willy-nilly and not worry about it!
And let’s give it a name… “Whatchamacallit.”