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grizzlyzone ([personal profile] grizzlyzone) wrote2007-10-26 08:45 am

You, too, may have A.A.A.D.D.

This may not apply to all I am sending it to, but it may help you to understand the rest of us....

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. There is no cure....this is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden.

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

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

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

I lay my car keys 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 check book off the table, and see that there is only one 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 diet Coke I'd been drinking.

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

The diet Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the diet Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.

I put the Coke on the counter and 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 spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen counter.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll 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 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, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....

Do me a favor.

Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I've sent it to.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

[identity profile] grimmbear.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Bwahahahah!
That's great. I'm so swipping that and posting it on John's computer.

[identity profile] itchwoot.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
If this is really age activated, I must be older than I think. ;)

[identity profile] cellboy.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
And I thought it was just multitasking with a bit of procrastination. Then I'm guilty too :o)

[identity profile] strongaxe.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, this has been making the rounds.

It would be a lot funnier if it wasn't also autobiographical... :)

[identity profile] grizzlyzone.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah! I hear you. I remember a similar sort of incident just a few month ago looking for the title to Dominic's car.

We ended up making a trip to Staples to buy a new paper shredder; making three trips to the Notary Public; making two trips to DMV; and countless trips to the bathroom so Mr. D wouldn't "soil" himself.