March 3, 2022
Thursday’s are my Monday’s. Monday’s are my Saturday’s. In an interview yesterday I completely got lost as to what day it was. Absolutely embarrassed by the blooper and blunder. Only to learn that millions go through this mental absence hourly. Research shows that Friday’s and Monday’s play a huge role in why we can’t remember what day it is. Whether it’s a positive or negative effect, the mind has a difficult time trying to locate which Friday or Monday you’re closest to. The term is called Temporal Disintegration. A sense of time that is governed by emotions and or experiences. And yes the Covid 19 lockdown has reshaped the way we think about the days of the week. Now toss in the daily mess in Ukraine. The entire planet is biting at the bit to lend a helping hand. The Russian invasion is all over the television, your smart phone and other conversational connections. No day is different. It looks, smells and feels like yesterday and the day before. Temporal Disintegration. I’m a daily writer. First thing every morning! Then I keep a de-frag journal at night. I write to create bread crumbs. There are countless moments where I find it difficult to recognize the subject penned out. I honestly didn’t remember. Temporal Disintegration.