We’ve all heard that bromide spouted at some point in our lives to supposedly help us look on the bright side of some particular disappointment. As fate would have it, that’s not the solution, that’s the problem! Thanks to an email from my “lil sis” yesterday, I found out that a study at Notre Dame University discovered an amazing thing about doors. That is, they are responsible for us forgetting things! That’s right. according to this research study, going through a door is likely to cause us to forget the reason what we went into the next room. And all this time you were worried about advanced senility.
It turns out that going through a door to retrieve something or do something in another room, is canceled out by the door. It makes our mind compartmentalized, thereby wiping it clean to start afresh in the new room. (The study doesn’t say if it also causes us to blog long words like compartmentalized as well.) So, what to do? Not to worry, your pal, Big Al, is on the case. It’s really quite simple. Before you go through that door, write down the reason you are going and take it with you. That’s why they invented post-it notes. I told you it was simple.
Of course, there’s one door that actually helps you remember.
The Cvillean 
I’m still learning from you, but I’m trying to reach my goals.
I certainly love reading all that is posted on your website.
Keep the tips coming. I loved it!
Al, you’re a genius!
Can you imagine what you would pay for this advice on the open market?
Perhaps if I remove all of the doors in the house my memory will improve! Not sure if hubby will be into the door removal thing though, lol!
Or you could just send him into the next room for it and let him wonder why he’s there.
Thanks for stopping by suzicate.
I am so glad to have something to blame it on at last. It might stop the Hub mocking my forgetfulness and calling me rude names, of which ‘Airhead’ is the politest.
At least now he knows what to get you for Christmas…..a year’s supply of post-it notes.
I just don’t know where I would be without your useful life tips Al. Probably in the wrong room for the wrong reason. Hang on, perhaps I’m there already. Hang on, where am I. Oh, sorry ladies.
LOL, ducks! At least now you can use “the door made me do it” excuse.
Sooner or later every woman accidently wanders into the Men’s Room. I did it once on Capital Hill. By accident of course.
I’ve had my share of embarrassing moments in ladies rooms. Nowadays with unisex potties, it’s a more understandable error.
I heard about this research, but I can’t remember where…. 😉
Get out of the doorway and it’ll come to you….
Good idea! Now if only I could remember which doorway I was in at the time… 😉
Then when I go back through the original door, I remember what it was that I was doing. Does the study say anything about this phenomenon or of the desire to use the word phenomenon in a comment?
I enjoyed your phenomenal comment, but what were we talking about again?
I always make a mental note but then I lose it. 🙂
It’s kind of like rock, paper, scissors, eye. Doors always trump mental notes!
So do nuclear bombs. I think that’s why I got banned from playing. 😉
Aha! I knew it wasn’t my fault. Obviously, my doors have it in for me.
I think you’re right, Susan, especially that back door that made you trip and fall!
LOL!
Well that’s one problem solved…did the “study” mention stairs? By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs I find I must go back up to the main level in order to reboot my mind.
I’m not sure about stairs, Jeri. I’m just taking this one step at a time.
I have a very long office and by the time I get to the front of it, I have invariably forgotten why I went there. Not only that, I usually leave my coffee mug somewhere up there while I’m wandering around, searching for a memory spark. When I get back to my office I get a buzz from the front “you’ ve got papers in the printer, and your coffee is on my desk.”
From the title, I thought this post was going to be about loss and rising above it..some sort of thought-provoking meander into the most personal aspects of your life. I thought…wait a minute…where’s my coffee?
Me? Write a deep philosophical blog? Indulging a little too much in the spiked eggnog, Peg? Hmmm……