Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Danger: Crazy Girl Ahead

I am pretty sure that I am very, dangerously close to losing my mind. If for one second I could peer inside my pretty, little head to get a small glimpse of what's going on in there, I'm quite sure that all I would see is a tiny version of myself, one foot dangling in mid-step off of a very high cliff. What is happening to me, people?! I feel like I'm losing my mind! 

Just one of my many, many examples: Today I went through the entire day being sad and mopey, thinking that I hadn't gotten a phone call from Chris in weeks. In a moment of absolute self pity, I checked the incoming call log on my phone to see just how many days it has actually been, thinking to myself that I probably deserved a pat on the back or something for being such a patient Army Wife. So as I scrolled through the list of calls, I couldn't believe my eyes. Do you know what my phone said? It said Chris had just called on Saturday...and on Sunday! How is it that I have no recollection of him even calling at all? It was only 3 days ago! Normally I'm so excited to be talking to him I never forget a word he says. Never, ever have I forgotten an entire conversation! And in the last week I have forgotten two!? Now my memory is turning me into a bad wife.

[Photographic proof of my crazy.]

If I can't even remember phone calls with the love of my life that were only 3 days ago, think of all the other things that could be going terribly wrong with my brain! Seriously, people. This is no joke. This time next week I may not even be able to remember my own name. If this does indeed happen, which the odds are looking good that it will, can someone send out a search party, please? With my luck, I'll most likely have forgotten how much I hate nature and I'll be off trying to hike again.


  1. Have you been extremely busy or tired? I bet it will come back to you what you talked about.

  2. I know what you mean- time gets all sorts of screwed up during deployments. I can never remember what day of the week it is for him, whose afternoon it is, or what the H is going on when the phone rings 10 minutes before I'm leaving for work.