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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Out One Door...In Another

Have you ever left one room with a quest in mind,
only to reach another and wonder
"what the heck am I doing here?"



Did you think you were losing your mind?

Did you rush to the telephone to make an appointment with the
Alzheimer Specialist?



Well...wonder no longer...this explains all.




Apparently, it's the act of moving from one room to another that causes all the problems.  You know, you leave the kitchen to get another tea towel from the linen cupboard upstairs and while on the second floor, you pick up something that belongs in one of the bedrooms.  So, after putting that away, you pop into the bathroom to, well you know what you do in the bathroom, and afterwards you open the linen closet door and stand there...you just stand there, staring at the linens, thinking:

"What?  what?  what the heck am I doing here?"

You are not going mad.  We are not going bonkers.  It's all about Doors.  They are the mystifying component.



Doors play big tricks on your memory.


Shut the door on one room and just leave all that belongs there there.
"All clear Body...mission complete."



Open the door to the next room, Brain clicks into new, fresh mode.
"Okay Body...what are we doing here?"



I don't know about you...but I have a whole new, fresh, scientific explanation for being just a bit loopy.  I love it!



12 comments:

  1. Thank you for that. My hubby frequently tells me that I am getting what he has (namely Alzheimer's) when I do just that.

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  2. I'm thinking of taking a pen and pad with me wherever I go, so I can write down what just went through my mind. The strange thing, is that I can remember conversations, word for word, that I had over 30 or 40 years ago.

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  3. That's the best news I've had all day! And it makes a very strange kind of sense :)

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  4. Thanks for that,lol nice to have a reason at least.

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  5. Someone on the radio said that their 4 year o;d child got to the top of the stairs and shouted down, "Daddy, why did I come upstairs?" Very reassuring.

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  6. Cro...I wonder about those conversations. It would be curious to compare notes with the other participants.
    The kid is just passing through too many doorways Tom...no worries

    I'm going to practice memorizing just what the purpose of my trip upstairs is for before I cross each threshold. A mini-scientific case study to see if there's anything to this theory.

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  7. J - you're making me feel better already.

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  8. Thank goodness for that,I thought I was getting old or something!

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  9. In it's kind of crazy way, it makes sense. You know, the same way it makes sense that singing something makes it easier to remember it than saying it. We have different parts of the brain that deal with different tasks, and apparently, when passing through a doorway, our brains compartmentalize things.

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  10. So THat explains it!!
    I love doors, by the way, and the one at the top of your blog is pure magic.

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