I am in the habit of writing things down. This will come as no shock to those of you who know me and have realized that my brain is basically a sieve. A razor-sharp, oft-delusional, steel sieve, but a sieve none the less.
Hence I am prone to writing notes.
However, here’s the problem: I tend to write notes on any old piece of paper or chupacabra that happen to be around, so I have a large stack of papers on my desk that my brain-sieve has categorized as ‘necessary’ or ‘important.’ It is worth noting that the chupacabra didn’t stack nearly as well and is currently missing. I hope whatever I wrote on it wasn’t terribly important.
NOTE: MS Word does not recognize ‘chupacabra.’ I find this deficiency appalling. And yes, I can add it to my personal dictionary, I just haven’t yet.
Putting aside the missing chupacabra, there is a second problem with my note taking: when I get around to looking at the notes, I generally have no idea what they mean or what they’re for.
Here is an honest-to-god example of things I have written down on one sheet:
- Two columns of numbers, each totaled, with the difference beneath circled.
- Str, Dex, Will, Magic, Cunning, Cons, with tallies.
- Wash at Motel 6.
- A sketch of a tower with an arrow pointing at it. ‘Need spears!’ is next to the arrow.
- Diablo III, crossed out.
- ‘White to t3. Green to t6’
- ‘Tifany’ with one ‘f’.
- Armorer, Bladesmith, Florist
- Several doodles, which may or may not be of me punching a ninja
So, I have no idea why I felt the need to write any of these things down. I’m sure that I felt they were important at the time, perhaps even crucial, but unless I figure out how to decipher them, they’re basically worthless.
It could be like that movie The Saint with Val Kilmer. The impossibly hot scientist lady kept her notes for her world-shattering discovery on a series of small pieces of paper that had to be rearranged correctly and for some reason she was the only one who knew the right order. This is disregarding the fact that there were a finite number of pieces of paper (like seven) and I’m pretty sure you could have just brute-forced your way through all the possible combinations and come up with the answer. Anyway, that was an overly long explanation for the fact that I have lots of notes and no comprehension of what they mean.
In all likelihood, it’s probably not anything earthshaking like a cure for cancer or how to get Olivia Wilde to deliver a pizza to my apartment.
Hmmmm . . . pizza.