Parking

I am lucky enough to have a nice car park right in front of my office. It fits about 400 cars I would hazard a guess. There is always plenty of room and multiple rows to park in.

For some reason each day I park in a different spot. Sometimes I park as near to the entrance as possible, to optimize time in the office and enable a quick exit. Other times I park at the back, to ensure I fit in a few more steps of exercise. Other times I go for the middle left and then again it's the middle right. There is absolutely no logic nor reasoning to my choice.

As you can imagine, it often causes me confusion when I leave the office. I often stand there looking amongst the cars, reminding myself of the journey to work and following through on my driving experience. I look like a complete idiot, searching for my car in this very small car park.

Leaving late makes this easier, as my car is then easier to spot.

Most days I can recall quite quickly and successfully, where I parked, some days I go to the place I parked the day before, only to realize that that was indeed yesterday. This incidentally makes me feel very silly.

So why do I do this? Somehow I believe it keeps my mind active and alert. I have read that learning a language keeps Alzheimer's at bay, so this is my cheat. See my "Lazy athlete" post to understand more about this! Learning languages is way more of a process than parking in a different place every day.

So am I the only one with such weird habits? Please make me feel normal by telling me yours.

1 comment:

  1. I read your blog as often as I can and love it. I offer, as my very first comment, that you are completely bonkers - hence the weirdness. But, as the saying goes, the definition of sanity is having one's madness under control. So, despite the fact you are a nutcase you are also one of the sanest, level-headed people I know. And what the hell is normal anyway? Keep blogging Bartie and Happy Birthday for tomorrow

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