I like to think of myself as someone who is mentally competent in every way. I’m independent. I pay my bills and taxes. I have a good memory. I keep appointments – all the requirements of being a fully functional, productive member of society. But there’s one little thing that’s starting to worry me.
Awhile back, I wrote a post entitled, “The Land of Lost Stuff?” in which I jokingly reported how certain things seem to vanish from my life. I considered it amusing…until now.
One of my favorite pieces of jewelry is, not surprisingly, considering the name of this blog, a star necklace. It wasn’t expensive because I’ve never been a jewelry snob. It was a simple star outlined in rhinestones and it was from Wal-mart. Nonetheless, I loved it and wore it almost every day when what I was wearing allowed it. You might say it was my signature piece of jewelry.
So, I was getting dressed the other morning and went to put the necklace on and it wasn’t on the dressing table where I always keep it, nor was it on the wall where I hang my other necklaces. I was puzzled. I mean, it’s always there – every single day! I proceeded to look on the floor and in the wastebasket under the dressing table, thinking it might have gotten brushed off – nothing. It just doesn’t make sense! That’s where I always take it off, nowhere else.
Of course, at this point I began to ransack the house, looking in every possible place a necklace could hide, even though in my heart I knew that I’d never carry it around. I looked under rugs, in the medicine cabinet and in drawers. It is absolutely NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
So, what happened to it? Am I, little by little, losing my mind? Is this the kind of thing that starts out gradually with little things and then one day I’ll find myself dancing naked through the traffic singing “You Can’t Hurry Love” at the top of my lungs? This sudden vanishing thing scares me. It really does. How is something there one minute and gone the next? Should I fear for my sanity?
Or, should I buy into my original theory that sometimes, in my house at least, things just “vanish” from time to time and go to the Land of Lost Stuff? You know, I think I’ll pick this explanation because the other is too awful to contemplate.
After all, I’m a firm believer that sometimes a little denial is just what you need to get you through the day…
Star, Simplified 