Here’s something I often hear people say, with mild confusion, worry, or distraction:
I forgot what I was going to say.
Because of my vast years of experience observing this phenomenon, I reply:
It will come back to you.
Before I developed my current level of confidence, I used to hesitate making a prediction like that. I mean, who am I to say that a thought — or anything else — will come back? What do I think I am, a fortune teller?
Perhaps, at this point, it has come back to you that I like to include visuals in my posts, either (1) from my phone or (2) using a picture that comes back to me from Google Images, after I’ve typed in a relevant word or phrase. Thanks, Google Images, for that picture above. Also, thanks to Character’s Unlimited, Inc., where that “Fortune Teller” image lives, along with lots of “Custom, Animated, and Talking Characters,” including
Deluxe or economy fortune tellers,
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Fortune Teller Sherlock,
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Fortune Teller Big Al,
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Fortune Teller Diver,
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Fortune Teller Chef, and
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Fortune Teller Chad.
I got so distracted by the plethora of interesting images at that site, I lost track of what I wanted to tell you, this morning.
It came back to me!
I wanted to let you know I have more confidence, these days, in saying “It will come back to you,” when people get distracted by other thoughts, because … it almost always does.
I’ve been developing more confidence in things coming back to people, in general.
Case in point: Yesterday, just after I had parked the car in front of my son’s piano teacher’s apartment, my son said, “Oh no! I dropped something! ” He reached down, to his right, trying to retrieve it. I was thinking, “Arrgghh! That happens to me all the time! I’ll drop something in this car, it gets trapped and then you can’t retrieve it. I hate that! I really should write a post about that, someday. I wonder what he’s looking for? We don’t want to be late for his lesson,” when my son suddenly tossed something in my direction. It was not what I expected, but I was very glad to see it, coming back to me:
If it’s not coming back to you why I was so happy to see that, see Day 379: I’m a Loser.
Before I end this post, I’d like to include a favorite song, which has been playing in my head this morning:
Thanks to Aretha Franklin, to backinvault for posting that YouTube video, to the movie Big (where I first saw Zoltar), to fortune tellers of all kinds, to unlimited characters, to thoughts and other things that come back, and to you — of course! — for coming back here, today.
What a great post. And those pictures haha
Thanks, Alex! I just edited the post, adding a “thank you” to the movie Big, since that’s why I chose that Google Image (and discovered all those great pictures). I’m always so happy when you come back to my blog!
I recognised those but not the Sherlock Holmes one. That made me laugh so much ha. You can see your influence on my blog in terms of sharing more of my writing process. Hope you like it.
I do like it! Thanks again, Alex.
I remember the lost glove post. This post reminded me of an arcade museum I visited in Fisherman’s WWarf in San Franciso. Great experience.
Sounds great! Thanks so much for remembering and for visiting today.
My pleasure, Ann.
Which one was used in the movie Big?
Zoltar, but he looked different.
Yes! It was Zoltar!
Love this post — and the videos. It’s so true, it does come back.
And here’s a song for you… 🙂 http://youtu.be/1lyu1KKwC74
Thanks for the gift of that song and the gift of you, Louise.
Love the fortune tellers. I forget what I’m going to say often and it just floats away, never to be remembered. I hate that.
I hate when that happens, too, Mark. Love that you visited and commented today.
Chad the Talking Pelican… Really? At least The Chef Knows what’s cookin’. I’m glad Sherlock is keeping busy with his retirement.
Everything does seem to come back around at some point. Great Aretha song, by the way. Harry Chapin’s “Circle” also popped into my head while reading this as well.
Hope everything is going well, Ann!
Things are going quite well, Christopher, but who can predict what tomorrow will bring? Oh, maybe Chad or the Chef. I always appreciate your thoughts coming back to me.
For me, I am surprised that lately it seems some random memories are coming back to me that I thought were long-buried. For instance, I happened to bump across a photo of an ankh necklace, and suddenly I remembered having a big hunky ankh necklace when I was a teenager (and probably thought I was cool while wearing it). Random stuff like that pops up every now and then.
Loved the photos of the various fortune tellers. Did anyone else happen to notice that The Chef is really just Voltar in disguise? LOL
I’m so glad that you sent this comment my way, today. Thank you!
What you are describing is quite common.
Also, I did not notice the Chef is really just Voltar in disguise, until you pointed it out. Now I’m wondering about other fortune tellers, especially The Diver.
You’re absolutely right Ann – it usually comes back to me! Happy Sunday!
Diana xo
I’m so happy you let us know, Diana. I hope you’re having an excellent Sunday, too!
Nice
Thank you.
I see you wearing leopard print gloves again in the future, Ann. Are there orphan socks down there, too?
Your fortune-telling and other psychic powers are quite prodigious, Mark. Thank you!
That is one impressive fortune-teller collection!
Although a different Sherlock might have been more impressive, right? Thanks for coming by, Vic!
Ah perhaps. 🙂 My pleasure, Ann.
Great post .
Apart from tangible things , when we grow old we sometimes loss a part of ourselves . We are so busy in achieving the materialistic goals that we forget ourselves in the process . These simple things that make us who we are , do come back to us in form of memories .
I do agree with the title of this post .
Congratulations on getting ur lost glove back 🙂
Thanks so much for this thoughtful comment, mk.
Those photos made me think of the movie “BIG” haha! And as for dropping things, my boyfriend actually managed to drop his debit card so perfectly that it slipped through a tiny crack in his console where the gear shift was. He had to get a new one… it will be there until that poor car is in a salvage yard 20 years from now.
Yes, it was my fond memories of “Big” that made me choose the first image in this post (thus leading me to those other excellent photos). And, personally, I think automobiles are designed to trap things and make us miserable. Great to see you, Aussa!
I use to say, that if it was important, what I wanted to say, it will come back, if not, it is not important at all.
Great post and funny photos.
I’ve said that too, Irene! Wonderful to see you here.
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