Reasons I Walked Into This Room (Spoiler: I Still Don’t Know)

An ADHD mystery in real time

Here I am, standing in my bedroom, looking around like I’ve never seen this place before in my life. I definitely had a purpose when I left the kitchen. I was very determined. I had INTENT.

Now? I got nothing.

What I Tell Myself It Might Have Been:

1. To get my phone charger
   (Nope my phone is at 97%)
2. To grab that important document I need
   (what document? for what? the mystery deepens)
3. To put away that thing I left in here yesterday
   (what thing? which yesterday? time is a construct)
4. To check if I left my coffee cup in here
   (I’m not even drinking coffee today)
5. To get something for my kid who asked for… something
   (they’re at school. it’s Tuesday. I think.)
6. To turn off a light that was bothering me
   (all the lights are off. it’s 2 PM. I’m questioning reality)
7. To find my glasses
   (they’re on my head. they’ve been on my head this entire time)
8. To get that book I was reading
   (I haven’t touched a book in three weeks, what am I even talking about)
9. To look for my keys so I don’t lose them later
   (they’re in my pocket. jingling. mocking me)

The Actual Reason:

I followed the cat.

The cat had no destination either.

We’re both just standing here now, equally confused, staring at each other and wondering what we’re doing with our lives. At least the cat has an excuse – he’s a cat. His life goals include knocking things off counters, judging my life choices, and staring at invisible things on the wall.

I’m a grown adult who apparently takes navigation cues from a creature whose biggest daily decision is which sunny spot to nap in.

Current Status:

Still in the room. Still don’t know why. The cat has moved on to more important cat business (aggressive grooming of one specific paw). I’m considering asking him for directions back to whatever I was originally doing, but he’s giving me that look that says, “Figure it out yourself, human. I’m not your GPS.”

Maybe I’ll just stay here forever. Set up camp. Make this room my new home base. At least then when people ask “Why are you in here?” I can say “I live here now. This is my life. The cat is my roommate. We don’t ask questions.”

Anyone else take mystery tours of their own house, or is it just me and my feline guide to nowhere?