Monday, June 18, 2007
I'm more laid-back than you... will ever be
Yesterday I got about a third of the way to the bus-stop (the further one) when the possibility that maybe the iron was still turned on entered my brain. I know from experience that I almost never forget to turn it off. And the last time I did forget was a really long time ago.
And yet, (ugh) I still have to go through the painful process, whether it's on the way to the bus stop with no time to spare going back, or once I'm actually on the bus, of trying to specifically remember turning it off that morning.
I seem to be getting worse as I get older. I notice it most times I leave the house, when I drive away too, a brief flare of anxiety that has to be consciously calmed. "What have I forgotten? OK, I shut and barred the gate so the dogs are safe, I didn't even use the iron this morning, nor the stove, so everything's off that should be off. Fine, proceed."
I've been trying for a while, with some sucess, to take a deliberate mental snapshot when I unplug the iron after using it. I say to myself, "Ï'm turning the iron off now" and actually look at the empty socket, in the hope that I will confidently remember later instead going through the painful wondering.
Ah well. It's not obsessive-compulsive behaviour until I actually have to go back to check. Several times. But I can see where the slippery slope might begin.