For some reason there is a malfunction, some disconnect, between my imaginary hello and, well, my actual hello… Just know this: if you have ever passed me in the hall and I appeared to ignore you, it actually wasn’t like that at all…
– Stuart McLean, The Vinyl Cafe Notebooks –
An imaginary hello. Yes, that describes the greeting I sometimes don’t give.
It’s caused (they say) by a condition called absent-mindedness (also spelled absentmindedness or absent mindedness.) Often, I don’t even know that I’m being absent-minded. On other occasions, it is quite apparent: I search for my glasses and find them on the top of my head or I walk into a room but forget what I came there to do.
I don’t think it is something to be stressed about. On the whole, my memory usually runs fairly smoothly and I’m fairly adept at focusing when I need to. I see the shift into absent-mindedness as something that sets me free to think in abstract or creative ways – (that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.)
What was your most interesting absent-minded experience?