Simon as an airhead

This week has been a week characterized by an uncharacteristically high number of airhead moments.

I have always been a bit of an airhead but thanks to Google calendar, numerous alarms throughout the day and various note-taking software (I currently have 550 Evernotes, 289 iCloud notes and 86 Outlook notes), I have been able to gather most of my thoughts and things I want to do and thinks I want to remember.

After yet another week of arduous labour as a stone-setter (see picture), the weekend was here. Friday: dinner at Jakob’s place on Ekerö. After some (vegetarian) homemade pizza, Pepsi Max (only soda I drink nowadays) and a fierce dog who was not interested in sharing the beach with us when we were scouting for Tinder-profile-picture-worthy locations, I was ready to head home. I gave Jakob the memory card so he could take out the pictures, but alas, I forgot to take it back. Why? Because I had dropped my camera case on the beach so as I was leaving, my main concern was definitely not the memory card but rather the camera case… (which I found)

Fast forward 3 hours. It is a bit over midnight and I wrote something along the lines of “we’re meeting at 11 tomorrow right? to Lovisa. We were gonna have a photo session on Saturday lunch. Or so I thought. We had actually decided Sunday (but I didn’t add it to my Calendar…)

At this point, you’re probably thinking that one can not possibly be more of an airhead than this. Think again. I’m meeting Lovisa at 11:00 on the other side of town. Sollentuna Centrum. I gather photo gear, batteries and realized that I did not have a memory card (which, of course, I did not). So I wrote to Jakob and took out my spare card. Being late as always I rushed out to the Tweezy (2-man electric vehicle, hands down cutest car on the market) and drove 30 minutes to Sollentuna Centrum. I did not bring my camera…

Being a bit of an airhead is part of who I am. This weekend illustrates what happens when I don’t follow routines like adding everything I’m doing to my calendar, or when I don’t double-check that I have everything I need before leaving any place and the consequences of being a time optimist (and thereby being slightly late all to everything, all the time). But life is about dealing with that. I’d like to believe we all have things like this. Flaws that can be partially salvaged but never fully eliminated. Life is hard. And a big part about what makes it hard is this never-ending process of managing the flaws of oneself and dealing with the flaws of everyone around.

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