This is an actual conversation I had with my friend Susie:
Me: Suz, will you pick a spatula out of that container for me?
[she chose this white spatula]
[I then showed her this utensil]
Me: Ok, now what do you call this?
Susie: Umm… a spatula. [said slowly and cautiously while looking at me like I might be having a breakdown.]
Me: Oh, thank God. I was afraid I forgot a word.
It’s kind of amazing people put up with me, isn’t it? I’m not sure if it’s the exhaustion or the pain or the amounts of Vicodin I have to take… but I lose words during everyday conversation and it drives me crazy! But seriously, who would name two completely different looking utensils with the same word if they weren’t trying to mess with people?
This whole losing words mid-sentence thing is more frustrating than you can imagine. I think half the time I’m playing the game Taboo with people and they’re just unaware that they’re active participants. I can’t think of a word and I start spouting off a description until I come up with the word I’m looking for, or they unintentionally fill it in for me. It goes something like this:
Me: It’s in the cupboard next to the appliance above the stove that’s black and cooks… THE MICROWAVE! Yes! It’s in the cupboard next to the microwave!
Sometimes I wonder how long it will be before someone starts throwing around the word “institution.”
Or, as I would call it: that building where they house people who can’t remember how to carry on normal conversations…