I call these things…Brain Farts.
Please don’t hail down on me for being disgusting and childish (but admittedly, I am). ………….
I didn’t make up the term or the condition called – Brain Farts.
Thankfully, there is no offensive odor from a Brain Fart (BF for short). At least, I’ve never experienced it.
If anyone has evidence to the contrary, please see me at the end of this blog. thanks-so-much
Brain Farts, or Cerebral Oopsie’s, generally happen while we perform repetitive tasks. Don’t believe me? Check out what Wikipedia says about Brain Farts.
The Urban Dictionary defines a Brain Fart as follows:
When you are attempting to remember something very obvious, someting that you know you should know. This feeling often leads to head banging and hair pulling.
There is no known cure for Brain Farts but I did read about a Mind-Reading Hat that Could Reduce Brain Farts. …in-teresting
During a BFE, Brain Fart Episode, we forget what we’re doing, where we are and what we were going to say.
It’s like information, knowledge and know-how is getting sucked outta our brains like some tornado on steroids! Dorothy, Toto, Auntie Em! It’s a twister! It’s a twister!
Brain Fart Episodes (a true story)
Picture yourself racing furiously down the steps in your house like a little kid excited to open presents on Christmas morning. Even though you’ve climbed and descended steps a ga-zillion times, you STOP DEAD in your tracks mid-way down because your body seems to have forgotten what a step is or how to descend one.
Alert: You just had a Brain Fart.
Set your car keys on the dining room table and walk away. Think about your car keys. Visualize the keys. Remind yourself repeatedly, “Car keys on table. Car keys on table. Car keys on table.” While rambling off your “car keys on table” mantra, search your pants pockets, handbag and coat for your car keys and ask yourself, Where the heck are my keys?
Dude, where’s my memory at? Brain Fart 2. Christa Zilch. Zero. Nada.
While separating laundry in piles of delicates, whites & colors, hold up a pair of Victoria’s Secret purple mesh thongs. Your brain goes blank. Not only can’t you recall the name of the garment in your hands, you don’t know why you are in the laundry room in the first place.
DING, DING, DING….Brain Fart strikes again!
DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT $200.
When was your last brain fart?
(1) This happens to me at least once a year, maybe more..
(2) This was a daily problem in my world until I got myself a key dish. Ah-ha!
(3) Yes, purple thongs. Any more questions?