Deja Forgotten...

Some things can be so very illusive.

You know that moment when you have something on the tip of your tongue, but cannot quite remember it?

It's horrid, isn't it? I feel so silly when caught in that trap. I know I know it, but it simply will not come to mind - so I stand there slapping my sides and wagging my finger in frustration, looking like some sort of indecisive schoolteacher.

Well, it happened to me yesterday, but worse than normal. I tried the technique of requesting the answer and then leaving the subject alone in expectation of an answer.

I think it worked /too/ well.

Today, I not only do not have the answer, but cannot even remember what it was that I forgot.

It's a sort of twin-pronged nagging “deja forgetfulness”.

Do /you/ know what it was? (I know it's a long shot)

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I Just LOVE the picture above. Maybe joy is like these cut wild flowers in the palm of a hand. Great the first day, but gradually fading, till all we have is the memory of joy.

Other random questions that have whizzed by my brain today:

If something great happens, is it OK not to be wildly happy?
Is it wrong to want the security of knowing a little of the future?
How many people actually handle uncertainty well?

I'll be disappointed if any of you try to answer these questions.

Comments

[Beaniebaby]

I know where you are coming from and feel the same right now.
I am not trying to answer just empathise.

[Rebecca]

I will not attempt to answer, but I will say this that the pretty flowers don't stay pretty for the whole day in the palm of your hand, in fact, they wilt and die very quickly.

[lesley m]

beautiful flowers,can they be added to salad?

[Louise]

some of those flowers are purple Andy!

[Jac]

Purplus Andimus Empathimus.

[Andy Curtis]

Ah Jac, good point. For some reason, the beauty therin transcends their purpleness.