One day near Halloween fall semester last year, I went to a costume party dressed up as a member of KISS. (Vinnie Vincent if you were curious) After I came back, I got in the shower to wash off the face paint in my dorm's public bathroom. After about five minutes, I decided to check if all my face paint was gone, so I exited the stall with a towel wrapped around my waist and went to the sink beside the open bathroom door to look in the mirror. I saw that I still had some spots of paint here and there, so I scrubbed my face with the towel for a few minutes...and then realized that I had no other clothes on.
In my case, it's remembering what someone's phone number, or a factual timeline of information that ends up getting jumbled, that I get absent minded. I don't have a good brain for remembering itty-bitty details, and intuition fills in the gaps... trouble is, sometimes I am incorrect in my predictions. It's like when I was taking a test, I remember learning about the man who invented the printing press, and it took me ages to retrieve the information, and I got the wrong guy! It was Gutenberg... and I chose some other German sounding name. Way to go with failure to encode!
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche