Some marbles. I’ve lost a few over the years.
Some years ago, I lost a drawing notebook full of sketches I’d done over a few years. Dunno if that counts as ‘valuables’?
I’m 99% sure it’s somewhere at home, but either way I’d really like that back.
Oh, I found such a thing three different times, yesterday! In a county office, an employee patiently, compassionately, happily helping an elderly lady with paperwork; at a takeout restaurant, a genuinely happy individual who graced me with a smile that would shame the sun, in it’s glory, an authentic wish for a great day and a hug, at another business, another absolutely fabulous smile from a spry elderly lady with the most brilliant gray hair.
Nice snack I bought myself and forgot, and then finding it again later while browsing aimlessly.
Unless it’s at the bottom of a bag you haven’t used in months.
Might be good still, but it’s likely smushed
I took the cargo hitch off my bike and set it down somewhere in the basement…
I’ve got a pair of vice grips somewhere in my flat.
It’s not even that big of a flat, and I don’t even have that much stuff. There’s no way I ever left the flat with them. Yet they’ve completely disappeared.
Oh sorry, i borrowed them to clamp a hitch i found to my bike.
Aw Ffff…
My motivation
Motivation is fleeting. Discipline is a trained skill.
Whatever thing you wish you had motivation for, make a schedule for yourself and start doing it. Pair it with something you like (“I run each morning and I get my morning coffee after I finish my run”) and stick to it.
To someone with ADHD, this is like telling them to just pull ya’self up by yer bootstraps. 🙃
The problem with adhd is that we know the guy who set the rules is full of shit
I think it would be cool to stumble upon something of archeological value while on a hike. Like some ancient statuette, or something like a cuneiform tablet.
Packaged meals, wildflowers, an aloof cat, alcohol, a street performer, maybe a neat rock.
A cat.
Disposable vapes. I harvest the batteries, that are wasted on them.
Art, a park, a hidden beach. A copy of Found Magazine.
I think I may have kept this a secret, had my amazing secret enormous underground city to myself, and announced it’s existence in my will.
Anthropology was also my first love, so I probably wouldn’t have done that, but it’s fun to think about lol
That’s exactly what I would have done, lol.
When I’m gone and done with it, someone more altruistic than I can report it to the archaeologists haha.
It’d be amazing to have my own little secret abandoned city haha
Would be the ultimate “man cave” for sure lol.
Somehow this popped into my head when you said that.
Disclaimer: 90s throwback alert.
Happiness.
We said no valuables
Gray’s Sports Almanac
Damn it Biff, you beat me to it!
I lost my friggin glasses two weeks ago, it’d be nice to find them.
Weird little drinking related story about finding my glasses from my college times: Got accepted for a PhD and wanted to party. Met a good friend and went to a Balkans party with loads of cheap booze. Wake up at 6am in a night bus out of town and can’t find my wallet on me. Run like crazy to the club/bar where the party was. Last people there let me search for my wallet. Only find my glasses in the bar toilet that I didn’t notice I had also lost. Lock credit card and go home happy that I at least found my glasses.
