One Futile Search

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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One Futile Search.

I am one of a dying breed, at least so far as sending greetings cards go.

Do you remember the days when there were shops that sold not much other than those decorated pieces of card along with their matching envelopes? Well, they’ve pretty much disappeared from the high streets now, and the choice is limited to those the local supermarkets stock. Some clever artists have spotted a gap in the market and sell their own designs printed onto cards over the internet. I was really delighted when I found one who had designs suitable for all of my family, especially as they sold discounted bundles.

Which brings me nicely round to today, or rather not nicely, as it turned out.

I had two birthdays to sort out cards for, just five days apart. Once I’d selected the cards, I realized some were missing. Now, I’m not a neat person and neither am I a minimalist. I’m a hoarder who mostly stumbles through the day in a state of organized, or disorganized, chaos. I could not find the missing cards.

Maybe most people would have shrugged it off and got on with something else. Not me. I turned the place upside down and inside out during my search and still never found the package of cards. I’ve finally given up looking and am left with four possibilities.

 

1/ I accidentally threw them in the trash. Now, even though this is the most final of them, all things considered it is probably the best of the bunch.

 

2/ I’ve already used them all, and my memory of doing so has been wiped clear. This is something that would be worrying, to say the least.

 

3/ Perhaps I never bought them in the first place, but just think I did. This possibility ties with the previous one as being concerning. On the one hand I could be going senile, but on the other I could be suffering from delusions.

 

4/ The nicest, but the least likely, is that I will just stumble upon them sometime when I’m not actually looking. I’d like to believe this but I find it very hard to do – if you’d have seen the mess I made, you would share my skepticism.

 

I keep trying to convince myself that it’s just stress – and, hell, no one can say that these times are not full of it. Stress, I mean. An entire day wasted, nothing accomplished, and I’m even more depressed than I was before I started on my futile search.


Submitted: October 19, 2020

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Mike S.

Sounds like it's just stress, Hull, don't make yourself sick worrying about it, although, advice like this coming from me?

Mon, October 19th, 2020 6:48pm

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You and me both, Mike. Worrying is what we do.

Sat, October 24th, 2020 11:46am

moa rider

No Mama Hullabaloo, you're not going dippy. You probably left it on the counter after you paid for them. Done the same thing myself. These mysteries occur. When visiting the UK I walked to the post office to post a book. 20 pounds was in my shirt pocket. When I went to pay, my money had disappeared - no idea what happened to it. Usianguke

Mon, October 19th, 2020 7:59pm

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It's so embarrassing when things like that happen. Thanks, Moa. I actually came to the conclusion that I was looking for what I had already sent - losing it, I think.

Sat, October 24th, 2020 11:45am

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