Being an idiot is hard.
Even with much practice, it is still hard, "intrinsically".
Case in point: preparing to leave for work today I couldn't find my wallet and cellphone. "Nothing to worry about", I assured myself. "I must have left it in the car". Nope, I haven't. Well, then, it must be in the office (I left the office around 11pm yesterday, so a little absentmindedness would be forgivable, one would think). When I got to the office, the wallet was not on my desk. "I probably didn't look well enough at home", I thought at first. Then I started worrying. What if I lost it? You know, credit cards, license, all the good stuff. So I get my scooter (don't wanna drive -- what if I get stopped? "License and registration please" -- "officer, I've just lost my wallet!") and head back home for a more thorough look. No luck.
Now, having wasted couple of hours, I decide to think, for a change. Pretty much forced to think, out of desperation. Why, is there any other reason to think?
Although absentminded, I have good recall (spook people sometimes, remembering stuff they have long forgotten).
So I recalled that yesterday in the evening I went for a walk, bought some tea in Chinatown, some cookies at Peet's and then stuffed the wallet into a fleece hood, the one that I keep in the office. Yeah, I keep it in the office, exactly for these walks when it gets a bit chilly. Kept it there yesterday, when I left, too. Along with the wallet and the phone. Not only this made perfect sense, I simply remembered it.
All it took, literally, was a few seconds of thinking, that would have spared me those trips between office and home. Instead, I was steadfastly making conjectures and then following up on them with resolute actions.
What a fucking moron.
Case in point: preparing to leave for work today I couldn't find my wallet and cellphone. "Nothing to worry about", I assured myself. "I must have left it in the car". Nope, I haven't. Well, then, it must be in the office (I left the office around 11pm yesterday, so a little absentmindedness would be forgivable, one would think). When I got to the office, the wallet was not on my desk. "I probably didn't look well enough at home", I thought at first. Then I started worrying. What if I lost it? You know, credit cards, license, all the good stuff. So I get my scooter (don't wanna drive -- what if I get stopped? "License and registration please" -- "officer, I've just lost my wallet!") and head back home for a more thorough look. No luck.
Now, having wasted couple of hours, I decide to think, for a change. Pretty much forced to think, out of desperation. Why, is there any other reason to think?
Although absentminded, I have good recall (spook people sometimes, remembering stuff they have long forgotten).
So I recalled that yesterday in the evening I went for a walk, bought some tea in Chinatown, some cookies at Peet's and then stuffed the wallet into a fleece hood, the one that I keep in the office. Yeah, I keep it in the office, exactly for these walks when it gets a bit chilly. Kept it there yesterday, when I left, too. Along with the wallet and the phone. Not only this made perfect sense, I simply remembered it.
All it took, literally, was a few seconds of thinking, that would have spared me those trips between office and home. Instead, I was steadfastly making conjectures and then following up on them with resolute actions.
What a fucking moron.