Senile at 26

Today there was a record fair here in Stockholm, and as usual I went. I had low expectations regarding actual records, but planned to spend plenty on protective plastic sleeves for vinyls and other assorted "spare parts". I did find a few records too, but nothing overly exciting. Now to the senility bit - I packed my 25 spare "disco sleeves" and 300 12" plastic sleeves into my record bag and all the spare CD cases etc in two plastic bags. Somehow, while looking through the remaining stands, I managed to completely forget about the two plastic bags. I mean they weren't even in the same cosmos as my mind any longer - it wasn't until I had been home a good hour and a half and long since unpacked everything that it struck me. Now how the hell did that happen? I could live with having forgotten them for, say a minute or ten, but 90? Like when I sat in the subway waiting for the train to take me home, I spent at least five minutes looking through everything I'd bought, and yet the two missing bags didn't even cross my mind.

This leaves me upset in several different ways; First, for practically tossing the money away - not that it was all that expensive, but it's so totally unnecessary. Secondly, how on EARTH could I be stupid enough to forget them? I fucking hate it when I don't have control over myself, and I must obviouslt have been totally lost for a long period of time there. It feels extremely unpleasant knowing that my mind can just disconnect like that without me noticing. And third, I'm also very upset that fucking noone noticed! Couldn't someone have seen me leaving the bags somewhere? I bet some fucktard did see it, and then snatched the bags right after I left.

I need to smash something to pieces now.