Amy Lu's View

I lost my Deadpool shirt.

But that’s okay, it will turn up eventually. Or maybe it won’t, because I’m not sure I acutally have a Deadpool shirt. This confusion stems NOT from alcohol consumption (valid guess) but from the shirt in question coming via LootCrate. I’ve seen so many emails ads for a LootCrate with this shirt, I’m not sure if it’s one I actually got or not, or if I just think I got it.

Let me explan that LootCrate is a totally awesome subscription box for geeks. Chad and I both purchased each other subscriptions for various holidays, so every month we each get a box of geekly swag—a t-shirt, collectibles, and comic books for Chad, and some type of clothing or accessory for me. It’s so much fun to get a box of goodies in the mail and we’ve gotten really cool things, like my Batman purse and Dark Willow jacket, and all the cool pins I’m now sporting on my work lanyard.

We don’t always have enough geekly cred to fully understand and appreciate our loot, but it has led us to discover incredibly cool (and disturbing) things like “Rick and Morty.”

The only real downside is that we don’t really have room for all the cool items we’re acquiring…including clothes.

Which leads me to the other reason why I don’t even know if I own a Deadpool shirt…not only do I not have a great short-term memory, but I’m so disorganized and my clothes are such a mess (and okay, yes, I own so much) that it’s not at all unusual for me to forget and/or lose items of clothing.

Unfortunately, losing things like this drive me nuts, which is silly because I do it all the time.  I even have recurring dreams about discovering clothes I didn’t know I own (which I guess can be interpreted literally and symbolically about finding untapped potential, etc. etc….) And there can be an upside to losing clothes to the mysterious depths of my closets and clothes piles. It can be a wonderful surprise to find something that I had given up on as forever lost, or better yet, didn’t even remember I owned.

Perhaps my memory deficiencies even developed naturally because I used to go shopping with my mom to pick out my birthday and Christmas presents, but by the time I opened them, I had forgotten what I had picked out so it was all new and surprising to me (so see, this isn’t just because of age and alcohol). It was the best of both worlds…I got the joy of shopping and getting just what I wanted AND being surprised. (Yes, Chad still thinks this is sad).

I don’t just forget what clothes I own. This morning I uncovered a dog jacket that still had the tag on it that was just perfect for Olive. Yay!

So I’m trying to accept that being disorganized and losing clothes and having a terrible short term memory is just me. I’m sure I could change if I put enough effort into it, but I’m choosing to embrace these Amy characteristics.

Okay, that will work for the mysterious Deadpool shirt. However, I think one of the greatest unsolved mysterious of my life will remain “Whatever happened to theCurrent hoodie that I lost in 2014?” I hope whatever it’s fate, it’s had a good and useful life.

But on my deathbed, instead of uttering “rosebud” I’ll probably mutter “hoodie.” Okay, who am I kidding…I probably won’t have a deathbed. I’ll be lying at the foot of the stairs clutching a bottle of wine muttering “F&*king cat.”