In a couple of months, I’m going to turn 27, which means I’m closing in on 30. Grey hairs continue to sprout out of my head (and I continue to pull them out). I go to sleep early. As far as I’m concerned, I’m starting to get old. So why, then, does the phrase, “With age comes wisdom” NOT apply to me? Why do I continue to do things that defy logic?
Case in point: I woke up on the morning of September 14 and made the shocking realization that I might have missed my friend Nate’s birthday—something I have never done in the 15+ years we have been friends. The problem was, I wasn’t completely sure if I had missed it or not. Was his birthday on the 19th? Or maybe it’s on the 16th? I couldn’t remember. When I got out of bed, I went into a drawer in the office and retrieved a small spiral notebook that I’ve had for quite a while. Beneath the Simpsons cover, it was about half full of random information: directions to friends’ houses (from before GPS’s existed), phone numbers (in case I ever lost a phone), and random factoids. The name of the Japanese artist who painted The Great Wave—Katsushika Hokusai. A list of all the movies David Fincher had directed (as previously stated, this notebook goes back to much nerdier times). Most importantly, this notebook contains a list of friends’ and family members’ birthdays. Or, I should say, contained.
I opened the notebook that morning to find that all of the old pages had been torn out. All that remained were some notes from a book weeding project I had been doing at a previous job. Obviously, I didn’t think the notebook contained very relevant information anymore, and perhaps I wanted to start fresh with the second half of the book. But, much to my surprise, I had even torn out the page with all of the birthdays! WHY would I do this? Did I think that I would be able to remember all of them? Impossible. Did I tear the page out but file it away into my accordion folder? Perhaps in the “Miscellaneous” folder or the “Very Important Things” folder? Nope. Did I transcribe the list into a Word document and save it on my computer? Nuh-uh. I have no idea why I did what I did. I can’t imagine that I actually threw it out, but where the heck would I have put it?
I love to organize and re-organize, but sometimes I think I do more harm than good. Every once in a while, I’ll move an item to a location that I think is more logical, but wind up not being able to find it months later. Where should I keep this hat? Well, you wear a hat on your head, and ‘head’ rhymes with ‘bed,’ so I think I’ll keep it under the bed. Right next to the peanut butter, which goes on bread.
Time to start fresh, I guess. So, when is your birthday again?