Posted by: stillironic | February 8, 2010

I’m a Baby Boomer and I Can’t Remember Anything

“You must remember this, a kiss is but a kiss, a sigh is but a…” what? Damn problem is we can’t remember what. Even though we knew what just a second earlier.

But no matter how much we complain about forgetfulness, and how much we lament the number of times we have to say “whatchamacallit” or “whoziwhatsit” in place of names and words we can’t recall, it’s a good thing memory loss is happening now rather than then, back when we were raising kids.

If God—and I’m not saying there is one—wanted to punish humans for the way we seem to be totally fucking up everything, He or She wouldn’t have to flood the earth or fling an asteroid in its direction. Simply inflicting memory loss on parents would finish off the species.

Think about how much taking care of offspring depends on remembering what you’re doing from one moment to the next.

So you’re on maternity leave and walk into the kitchen to get food for the baby. Suddenly you forget why you’re in the kitchen. The next thing you know you’ve jumped into the car to grab a latté and hit the mall. Inside Macy’s, you get a nagging feeling you’ve forgotten something. The latté, of course. Later, you phone your husband to suggest lunch. He’s not at the office—it’s one of those days he got sidetracked on the way to work. If you’d remembered your cell phone, you could call him on his. Though half the time you call him he has trouble placing you.

The thing is a scenario like this, minus the histrionics, actually took place within the past year or two. A woman drove to work and forgot that the young child she usually dropped off at daycare was still in the back seat. And it was a hot summer day. And not once while she was at work did she remember she’d left her child in the car. At the end of the day she went to the car to drive home. Well, you get the picture. It was tragic. Think about an entire planet filled with forgetful parents.

So, if you’re a Baby Boomer, the moral of the story is: the next time you start castigating yourself for having walked into a room and not being able to remember why or for not being able to remember the name of the movie you saw last night (or even if you saw a movie last night) just chill out. Be thankful you didn’t have this problem back when it really mattered.

© 2010 by Virginia Gerhart

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  1. If it weren’t for walking from room to room wondering what the hell I came in there for I wouldn’t get any exercise at all.

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