Forgetful

Have you ever tried stepping in at one place, and the moment you entered, you forgot what you were supposed to do in that place?

A few minutes ago, I did.

It was funny how it happened.

First I muttered to myself that I needed to get something from my church's coffee shop. And so I stood up from my workspace, went towards our brown office door, turned the knob, opened it, and then walked towards the coffee shop's sliding doors. When I slid one side open and stepped in, I realized that I forgot exactly what I was supposed to do there.

If there was a mirror in front of me that moment, I could've looked silly. I imagined myself looking like a child who just lost his mother while exploring the toys in the toy section of the department store.

I wonder if I'm already that old to experience Alzheimer's Disease (I'm only two decades and two years young).

Wait, what was it again that I should write about?

Forgetful me. Tsk3x.