APPARENTLY, I CANNOT SPELL

I really can, I swear.

You know, when the bug is healing. I was texting my friend this morning and I needed to write “Necessary” and for the love of my life, my mind went blank, my brain froze, so I wrote “Neccessary” And I stared at it like, damn how do you spell that again?

I then changed to “Neccesary” and seeming very wrong, I deleted and typed “Necessary” which is in fact, the correct spelling but looked worse. I know. My brain is useful like that.

After nail pecking on the phone screen for approximately seventy seconds, and my brain totally refusing to cooperate with my hand, I gave up and turned to spellcheck. Thank heavens for spellcheck!

And who in the whole wide world invented the word cheque? Because it’s supposed to be a correctly spelt word, but you know, not according to spellcheck. Although spellcheck also doesn’t think that “spellcheck” is a word. It’s like some twisted self-denial.

But seriously, this isn’t even the first time this kind of thing has happened either. Only that it’s occurred severally the last couple of months and at 24, I feel awfully. awfully. ancient. These recent moments of brain death coincide with not being able to come up with the simplest words when I’m speaking or writing and it drives me insane. I’ll ask DK something like, “what’s the name of those things people use to collect trash after sweeping?

“Garbage bags?”

“Dustbins?”

…….”DUSTPANS???”

And to that one I reply, "YES!!" he then puts his palm below his chin, raises his eyebrows, gives me a deep stare and is convinced beyond reasonable doubt that I was born seventy years ago.