That conjures up a recent memory from Psych class where we were studying Sensory Adaptation. We all put slips of paper in our underwear or bras so that we'd stop feeling their presence after enough time.
It felt oddly sexy doing that collectively as a class.
A couple of months ago, I went to Mickey D's to eat and there was this guy there who greeted me and started talking to me. It was apparent that we had already met but I didn't remember him. I was too embarrassed so I didn't mention this and just continued talking to him about whatever (can't really remember what it was exactly). Eventually, when we both got the food, he asked me to sit down with him and eat, and I did. We kept on talking. He mentioned some people I knew so then I at least had a vague idea in which circle I might have met him. But I still didn't remember who he was. We talked there for like half an hour or so and he said that "they" played computer games a lot and that I could join then some time if I wanted to. Then we went our separate ways.
My place is an inexplicable pig sty at the moment. It's strewn with shoes, receipts, bamboo flutes, dismantled vintage electronics, crafting paraphernalia, empty Japanese blister packaging amidst a backdrop of intentional nonsense.