There’s a little theory I’m working on. Basically, through observations of myself and, to a lesser extent, others, I have come to the conclusion that we all experience regular bouts of very specific forms of amnesia.
For example, one of my specific amnesias involves Automatic Teller Machines. Every single time I use an ATM, I am re-amazed at the ridiculous fleecing I must endure. Every single time. I forget that they charge $1.75 for me to get money, so my eyes bug out and I start cursing. As though it was the first time. Every time.
There’s nothing I can do about it. The amnesia seems to take hold as I swipe my card. Before that I remember, and obviously after that I remember. But for that 30 second period – poof. Gone.
For another instance, I know a guy who, every time I get a Chicken Roll at a deli or pizzeria, he says, “What’s that, a Chicken Roll? I should get that. It’s good and cheap.” Every time. But he never orders it. He probably thinks about the Chicken Roll until he walks through the deli or pizzeria door. Then – poof. Gone. Turkey sandwich. It’s sad, because Chicken Rolls are good. Mmm. Chicken Rolls.
I know this other guy who has job amnesia. He just forgets to get a job. Every day. He knows he needs one when I talk to him about it, but from about 8 A.M. to 6 P.M. on Monday through Friday he totally blanks that he’s supposed to be trying to get, go to, and keep a paying job. Part of the reason I even wrote this Thought was to remind him, or at least recruit a dedicated team to help me remind him. Mondays through Fridays. 8 A.M. to 6 P.M. Every hour.
So Bret, if you’re reading this, on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday between 8 A.M. and 6 P.M, remember, get a job.
And Porter, get yourself a Chicken Roll.
I need to get money.