I’m so forgetful, what was I remembering about?

As a 20 something, I’m forever fighting a battle to manage the important things. Making sure that my deadlines are hit, keeping the mind sane and healthy and most importantly keeping the important things like my wallet and my travel ticket safe. Have I managed all three of those things? I’d say two of those things are being managed correctly and can you guess what I haven’t been keeping safe? I’ll give you a hint. I’m in better shape than the Northern Trains, and My mind is as balanced as a greengrocer’s scale.

If you guessed keeping the wallet safe as the one I’m not managing correctly then you’ve won the round and its now time to play the bonus game. In the past two months as my life at the university has blossomed so has my inability to keep certain items of importance safe.

It started about four weeks ago on a cold morning in Chester-Le-Street, having sat down on the 78 I began to read my newspaper. Without caring about my bus ticket and focusing my mind on the antics of the great Brexit debate, the little blue blighter fell out my pocket.  It wasn’t until my realisation at the gym later that day and a Facebook message from a kind Samaritan. The Samaritan came out of his way to personally give me the ticket back.

The Journey of the blue ticket would continue late into the next Wednesday, as I walked home from a late night in my second home of Sunderland. As I walked up the bank home with my phone and ticket in my left hand and my right hand tucked into my pocket. I got through the door and placed both objects down and this would be the last time I’d ever see the ticket.

As I had managed to get a new travel ticket. My friends and I decided to go to the Metrocentre for a trip to a tattoo parlour and a subway tea.  Later that evening I’m sat down on the bus home. Having secured the travel ticket in my wallet, I went to place my wallet in my pocket as normal. “Everything is going great tonight,” I said.

As I got off the bus and into the house, I begin to perform the British Haka. Looking for my wallet while pulling all sorts of funny faces, running around the house and tapping each pocket. 15 minutes in and I receive a text message from the bus company. My Wallet had been handed into lost property.

It was at this moment I knew my forgetfulness had reached a level to which I couldn’t forget about. I need to screw my head back on. How did I manage at school? I remember being super strict on leaving certain items in a place where I can remember. My wallet lived in the kitchen with my keys and I always kept my bus passes with my phone. I Got into the habit of every night of taking my everyday items and putting them safely. Perhaps tomorrow morning my wallet and keys will be waiting for me in my kitchen key bowl? If I remember to put them in of course.

Author: Jordan Dodds

Lead Author and Owner of Journaling Thoughts, Journalism Student at Sunderland University follow on twitter @its_jordandodds