My roommate notices very little. We have, in fact, had long conversations about the things he doesn't notice. He says it's because they're ultimately not important. Not my position, but sometimes arguing about it takes too much effort.
We were in the car and passed a pretty crepe myrtle. I mentioned how I like them, but not the bright pink ones. I told him that I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but did he notice that the crepe myrtle in our backyard had bloomed, and was of the fuschia persuasion.
He said something similar to "There's a crepe myrtle in the backyard?"and then I pointed out that the crepe myrtle occupies the side of the driveway that he pulls his car into. He said no, he hadn't noticed the color. Just then we pulled into the driveway and I pointed at the shrub and the blossoms overhanging the fence.
He looked up at the side of the garage and said, "What happened to the fixtures on the wall? Why aren't there any lightbulbs up there?"
I started to laugh, hysterically, and it took a moment for me to catch my breath and reply. "Bear," I said, "you're the one who removed the lightbulbs for me, so I could buy new ones."
"Oh." he said. "When did I do that?"
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Baloney! I notice plenty. I just don't file away things that aren't of immediate or peripheral interest to me. This may not be your position, but it is *my* position. As far as I can tell, that's why I don't remember things like that.
Ask me instead what types of trees or animals or flowers are common in the meadow, (the one I run in) and I can give you a pretty good summary of what's what.
We live in a suburb, K. A bland and sterile suburb. It's a place that's custom made to be forgettable. And that's what I'm happy to do with the place.
-Apathy Bear
"I just don't file away things that aren't of immediate or peripheral interest to me. This may not be your position, but it is *my* position."
Didn't I say that?
My bad. I thought you were making the arguement that that was *not* the reason I failed to notice certain things.
Anyway, back to the grind. Carry on.
P.S. Funny story, though. And nicely done.
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