So, I’m doing this art project that required me to buy a certain number of items. I go to Home Despot, I buy the items I need, I carefully put them in the shopping bag. The self-checkout device has a meltdown over something, as it inevitably does. While I’m offering it kleenex and saying “there, there” in a comforting way, one of my items stealthily slips free the bonds of my shopping bag, never to be seen again.
Tonight, I had forty minutes in which to get something productive done in my art studio. I decided to attach item A to item B with epoxy, since forty minutes seemed like a good amount of time to sand said items and glue them together. But did I? No, I did not. Because of the damned Home Despot self-checkout machine and its little con games, I spent 40 minutes looking for an item which is not there, which I should have realized sooner could not be there, because I refused to admit that the item in question is just gone.
I suppose it’s a good sign that I can now see myself hyperfocusing, even if I can’t yet make myself stop.