Okay, so here’s a random anecdote detailing just how messed up in the head i’ve become. I think i’m getting senile in my 20’s.
I made chili last week, and had leftovers for a second meal. I went to eat those leftovers over the weekend. Now before you think that, no, this is not a gross-leftovers story. So anyway, i heat up my leftover chili – which was quite good after a few days in the fridge, btw, all the seasoning had soaked in – and am dismayed to find i have no oyster crackers. Chili just isn’t the same without oyster crackers. What especially disturbed me was that i was so completely sure i had bought oyster crackers specifically for that purpose when i made the chili in the first place. I pretty much drove myself crazy pacing around the house looking for that bag of crackers that i was sure existed somewhere. After finally giving up and using goldfish crackers instead (not bad, btw, but not the same) i vowed to score some proper crackers for the next soup-ish cooking adventure.
Fast forward to today, i’m on my way home from work, something hot and filling sounds really good on this drizzly, runny-nose day. “I can make chili again, and not have to lift a finger the rest of the week beyond hitting ‘sensor reheat’ on the microwave!” Genius! “And this time, i’ll buy those crackers!” Store, home, cooking, eating, chili + crackers = complete meal, full happy stomach. Let’s put the rest of this bag of crackers somewhere so i can find them the next time. “I know! That metal canister that had candy in it is just the right size, and it’s empty.” Scour the house looking for the canister. I know it’s around and not being used for anything, so i refuse to settle for any other container. Oyster crackers are this metal can’s destiny!
Here comes the punch line… I find the container. In the cupboard with the food, not in the pantry area where i would have expected it. And why is it there? Can you guess? Oh, yeah. It’s full of oyster crackers. !!!
At least i know my brain is working in a pattern, or at least i’m enough of an engineer that i come to the same logical conclusion given the same input over multiple iterations. Regardless, it still makes me crazy, and just crazy enough that i can’t quite laugh but instead just have to sigh and think…. “sigh.”