Absent minded: Example Essay

Being absent minded has many aggravating negative aspects for me. More times than I can remember I have locked my keys in my car, stranding myself in the most awkward positions. How about mis-placing your wallet? I have done this at least a dozen times within the past year, and it always turns up in the least obvious place. I never know where my phone is, whether its in my lap, in my car, or under the couch, I rarely know where I left my phone. So I am consistently asking my roommates to call my phone so I can track it down easier. Anyway you look at it, I am absent minded, and having momentary lapses in short term memory have always happened to me, and I am assuming this is not going to change anytime soon.

Last winter, I was delivering food for Domino's, and I was in between deliveries. Since I had a few minutes to spare, I stopped into my Dad's house for a quick bite to eat. I left my car running because it was during the bitter cold month of January. I have the habit of locking my door every time I exit my vehicle, and this habit still comes into play when I don't even think about it. I went inside got some food, and talked with my Dad for a few minutes, then I hustled outside to get back to work. Went to go open my door, and to my dismay I had locked myself out of my car, while it was running, and while I was working. I promptly ran back inside told my dad what I did and he started laughing at me. He called his friend that possesses a device called a “Slim Jim,” It took my over 15 minutes to finally get it open after my Father's friend arrived. I drove back to the store and explained myself to my boss, and he had the same reaction that my father had, laughter.

When I was 18, I lived in a house that constantly had parties, not the greatest experience in the world, but I learned many valuable lessons in the process. Things were always going missing, such as DVD's, posters off the walls, and other items of greater value. People were hanging out in my room for a while on one specific night, and I couldn't keep an eye on everybody so I asked everyone to get out of my room. The next morning I was missing a tapestry off my bedroom wall, and I couldn't believe that anyone would steal a tapestry off my wall. I went to go leave for work, and I could not find my wallet any place. I tore my room apart, north to south, east to west, I couldn't find it anywhere. I called my mom to ask if I could borrow a few bucks for break at work, and told her what was going on. She knows me very well, and how absent minded I am, so from the beginning she didn't believe that my wallet was stolen, and that it was just mis-placed. I did one final sweep through my room, looking in all the places that I didn't think my wallet would be in. The bottom drawer of my dresser was open all night so maybe it snuck its way into the opening. I tore the drawer apart, and to my frustration it was in the back of the drawer, and to this day I have no idea how it made it into the drawer, but I am damn glad that it turned up.

Once I got my cell phone when I turned 16, I never turned back. I have had a phone since then because it is such a helpful tool on a day to day basis. Having my phone on my person 24/7/365 makes mis-placing my phone easier than anything else. Sometimes I just left it in the car, and I didn't realize it. Other times I left it at my friends house, and I don't realize it until I go to make a phone call and my phone is not where I thought it was. The other times, the most frustrating place to leave my phone is in my own lap. I do this at least once a day, and when I go to stand up my phone goes flying in some crazy direction. One specific example is when I was visiting family at my Mom's house, and I was drinking a glass of water. I had set my water on the floor by my feet, and I was talking with my grandparents for quite some time. When I went to stand up and get a fresh drink for my Grandmother, my phone went tumbling downwards directly into my drink. I was furious, what are the odds that it would have dropped straight down into my drink at my feet, crazy odds, even crazier that even to this day, I still never remember when I leave my phone in my lap.

There are many more examples of me being absent minded, but I feel these are the a few of the instances that I can look back on and chuckle about. Now that I know being absent minded is a part of me, I am okay with it, because I usually can make up for my little mistakes on the run without being tripped up by the hurdles. Although being absent minded is a negative aspect about me, every mistake that I make I try to learn from. Since I forget about the little things so very often, I am doing an awful lot of learning from my own mistakes. I will continue to grow and learn from my mistakes, and one day it will all pay off for me.