Remember back a few years ago, when 99% of people did NOT have cell phones? And if you did, they were only for emergencies? No! Sorry, they weren’t even cell phones. They were BAG phones.
Back then, since you actually dialed people’s numbers, rather than going into your address book on your phone, you probably had a bunch of phone numbers memorized. I remember having everyone’s phone number memorized. We were all so practiced at memorizing phone numbers, that if someone gave us their phone number, we could memorize it in an instant.
Remembering that reminded me that we artists have quirks.
Back then, I was also in conservatory. Life revolved around stuffing more and more notes in our memory. (The center of every pianist’s life in conservatory seems to revolve around memorizing more damn notes, faster and better.)
My boyfriend’s reaction to this stress was a decision to forget all the phone numbers he had memorized, so that he had more "room" for notes. Instantly, at his decision, he forgot every single phone number he’d once known.
It was a little funny, LOL, even more fun to poke loving fun at.
I used to be a pretty organized person. Not completely so, but ...
Once DH came around, he gradually made life easier. He tended to remember things, so I didn’t bother anymore. He organized our bills, our mailings, our businessy-end of the business, our cleaning, etc. He just kind of remembers everything.
So I forgot. I’ve drifted toward the absent-minded artist stereotype. It’s a nice way to live an artist’s life, LOL. This weekend, I’ve got to get a handle on everything. I’m so busy, that’s I’m not that depressed anymore. That’s a good thing!
So what quirks do you have about your writing? Your artist’s life? Do you still have phone numbers memorized, or have they disappeared from lack of practice, from in-phone speed dials and contact lists?