I’ve been caught – found out – laid bare. It gives me no solace to know that I am but one member of a large enough group who are also exposed, that there is a word to describe and identify them. For the letter
I am skipping the WOW, and using the A To Z Challenge to present the latest, and most applicable word, Forgettery
Definitions for forgettery
a faculty or facility for forgetting; faulty memory:
a witness with a very convenient forgettery.
Origin of forgettery
Forgettery is a humorous formation based on forget and (the pronunciation of) memory. The phenomenon is very common in ordinary life, such as that panicky moment when you cannot recall the name of your dinner partner or where you parked the car in the mall parking lot. It is a little surprising that such a useful term entered English only in the 19th century.
My life has been one long series of Forget-Me-Nots. One of my ways of ensuring that I remember something is to repeat, repeat, repeat! One scientific study said, 35 times – and it’s mine. It’s a good thing that I like to read. I scanned school texts over and over….and over. I understood the concepts, but you only get marks if you remember to write them down.
I describe my situation as ‘Trigger-Memory.’ It’s a long trail of the equivalent of a string tied around the finger. My days are full of reminders. A sour cream tub lid, wedged into the top of my boot on the shoe rack means there’s a plate of leftovers to be taken to the daughter. An empty pill bottle sends me to the pharmacy. An empty cat-food tin on the end of the counter has me bringing more up when I go downstairs for some Pepsi.
Out of sight, out of mind – or, as the Chinese translate, ‘When you’re blind, you’re also crazy.” If I don’t see it, I forget it. My office desk was always a bit of a mess, because I dared not put anything away until I’d successfully dealt with it. Lists, notes, memos, reminders – thank (insert the name of your favorite real or imaginary deity here) for electronics. Now it’s all on the computer….if I can just remember where I cached that file.
Have you ever walked into a room, and wondered why you did? I’ve walked into rooms, and had to look around to remember which room I’d walked into. Use it, or lose it. As much as for my Asperger-type inability to make and hold friends, my lack may be because I forget people as soon as they walk out the door, and people get upset if you do that.
Once upon a time, I forgot to pick something up, probably food for a special meal. I got from the wife, that expression that every marriage gets at least once. “If you loved me….you would have remembered.” I pointed out that the forgetting had impacted me even worse than her. If I can’t remember for myself, I sure won’t remember for her, no matter how much I love her.
Would she say, ‘If you loved me, you’d be an Optical Surgeon, and make lots of money?’ With the tremor in my hands, somebody would lose an eye.
If I forget to read your posts for a week, (or a month) or forget to leave a comment, please forgive me. I’ll remember eventually, probably triggering my memory when I’m looking up another odd word, like syzygy….now what does that mean, again? 😳