I’ve reached a point in my life where I can be in the middle of a story, get distracted for a milli-second and then completely lose my train of thought. Sometimes, I glance out the car window, turn back to my husband to continue and I have no clue what I was just talking about. It. Happens. All. The. Time. I’ve seen it happen to him (although it doesn’t seem as frequently but maybe he talks less) and friends as well. When it’s happening to you, though, it’s embarrassing, scary (is this the beginning of my memory end), funny and frustrating.
This morning I didn’t even try to cover it up. It was too early to try to wordplay my way into the deep recesses of my brain and retrieve the forgotten info so I put it to him this way:
Would you mind telling me what I was just talking about because even I wasn’t listening to me?