I carry two bags of everything to work, and still manage to forget my phone.
I cannot put anything away because I'll never find it again.
I wear clothing tags on new jeans. To work. Even when I try to find them all.
I have perfected the fine art of balancing "fire hazard" with "lived in"
I don't let colleagues see my flat because I'm afraid they'll think less of me.
I get in the shower and forget to wash my hair. Twice.
Drives to the next one. Eats something in a restaurant. Goes to the cinema, books, realises no 3D specs, "Ah I realised I forgot it in the car". Goes to fetch them in the car. Books ticket, no member club card to get discount. Goes back to car to find the card. Gets to car, finds it, bails. Pointless evening.
When I was about three, I was afraid of putting my hands behind my back because of one time when I did and something touched my right hand even though I was in open space. It eventually clicked that it was just my left hand.