1. Saturday I was making a phone call on my cell, at work. And as the phone rang in my ear I searching for my cell phone. It wasn’t until I hung up my cell phone, after not receiving an answer, that I realized that I was on my cell phone.
2. I am in the middle of talking to one of my troops and totally forget his name.
3. Calling detail and go to pass it over to the sergeant next to me and have to ask him his name.
4. Talking to one of my nieces, to tell her that I saw a car for her sister and had to ask my niece what her sister’s name was.
5. Not being able to remember if you ate that day.
6. Losing my keys on a regular, at work.
7. Have to leave your back window unlocked, because you are constantly locking yourself out the damn house.
8. Going to a Cotillion ball on Saturday and then directly to work. Getting home from work and looking for you house keys, that separate from your car keys and normally leave in the car, because your key chain has too many keys on it. Having to climb through the window, in order to get into the house. Realizing, the next day, that the keys to your house was in the exact same pair of pants you were wearing when you climbed through the window the day before.
9. Finding twenty and some sometimes more, dollar bills in the pocket of clothes you have not worn in a while.
10. Finding sunglasses, that you have been looking for for over a year, and just know someone had came over and stolen the bitches in the pocket of a suit coat that you had not worn in a while.
11. Getting up to go get something at home and forgetting what it was when you get into the next room.
12. Getting up to do something at work and forgetting what it was.
13. Signs that you are beginning to hoard things. (I need to do a post on hoarding).
14. Laying in bed, changing the tv with your remote control, and then forgetting where you laid the remote, even though you have not left the damn bed. Seriously, how wrong is that.
As my birthday grows nearer, just a little over a week away, I get more and more concerned with the onset of senility. Now, as far as I know, there has never been a history of senility in my family; but keep in mind I only know one side of my family. I know absolutely nothing about my father or his people. Senility is real and though I joke about it, tongue and cheek, it concerns me that I might be a risk frightens me.
How the fuck is it that I have not a single gray hair and yet am going senile? I prefer the grey hair, damn it!
Senility. I ain't a good look on a brother.
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.