Last night, I spent close to an hour looking for something that was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was on the correct shelf, right in front. Nothing was hiding it. It wasn’t behind something or turned the wrong way.
I looked there — twice — and I couldn’t see it. So I looked in all the other places I might possibly have put an unopened package of medication. There’s a cupboard in the kitchen where some stuff is stored. There’s a rack in the bathroom where other supplies are kept. Otherwise, it’s either my medicine cabinet or the cabinet over the john.
I searched the kitchen thoroughly, in the process finding and tossing out several bottles and tubes of prehistoric stuff that had to be at least a decade old and which I didn’t know I still had. But, I didn’t find what I was looking for.
Finally, I began to question if the container for which I was looking existed at all. I thought I’d bought two bottles of this stuff. It’s not expensive, so I would normally buy a couple of them at a time and stash the spare in my cupboard. But maybe I only thought I’d bought a spare. Maybe there was only one.
Before tucking myself into bed, I made a final pass at the cabinet over the toilet, my default location for storing non-prescriptions medications and cosmetics. There it was. Right in the middle. Where I had looked at least three times during the past hour.,
Despite my tendency to blame it on the dogs or on supernatural wee people, I suspected my eyes had been blind to the container. In a bright yellow box.
After getting into bed, I told Garry I had spent an hour looking for something that was where it was supposed to be and where I had looked a bunch of times. He was sympathetic. “Yes,” he said, “It happens.” It’s the old “hiding in plain sight” thing.
Is it my because my eyes are refusing to see what’s there? Or is my brain temporarily unable to register information? Or maybe it really is those pesky wee brownies, fairies, and pixies messing with me.
Categories: Humor, Photography
It happens; your mind and eyes sometimes wander over and around the object you seek.
My mind goes a few steps into the great beyond. I’ve been known to confine fully alive people to death. And I’ve never had anything to do with brownies of any kind.
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I just love my aspercream! I’m glad I’m not the only one! 😺
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It works. And it doesn’t cost a lot of money. I keep being surprised that it actually DOES work.
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How frustrating when that happens!
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I makes me feel stupid. It’s like my mind has taken a break.
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Happens to me with items in the refrigerator. I would think my wife was messing with me except it happens to her as well. By the time we open a third ketchup, we figure we will be able to find one of them.
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I keep trying to make sure the shorter items are in front of the taller ones, but somehow, it all get shifted around.
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It’s the Borrowers. But this time they put their borrowed item back again! 😉 Seriously I just think it’s a case of we’re thinking about the item so much that we literally can’t see it. Even though it’s sitting right there in front of us. I think everyone’s done that “hunt for lost item that isn’t lost” thing once or twice.
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The thing that makes it so odd is that the thing is exactly where you already LOOKED. Hiding in plain sight?
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the way i usually find something is to finally surrender and begin to accept that it is gone. soon after, lo and behold, it appears in front of me
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I sometimes have to buy it again. THEN I find it!
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This happens to me all the time, so thank you for proving I’m not going slowly mad!
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All this feedback is actually making me feel better. At least I’m not alone as I search for something I KNOW is in there. Somewhere.
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I do still wonder why we don’t see these things the first time…
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Marilyn, it is definitely the fairies and pixies messing with you 😅 I am so glad to hear it’s not only me they are messing with… Thank you for sharing. Have a lovely day.
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I sometimes think I really am getting some kind of dementia. I’m glad I’m not alone. I always want to blame someone, but there’s no one to blame!
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You can blame me. I’ll take the heat.
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