Kryptonite

I bow down to the power of the calendar. I do. You are my Kryptonite. You are my weakness and I humbly acknowledge that fact. I don’t deny it. I don’t try to fight it. I know. I made a mistake. I confidently filled you, dear calendar, with all of my important information. All of my plans for the near future. All of my hopes and dreams for the coming weeks, I unabashedly gave to you, blindly and hopefully. You had stayed with me for so long. You were my robin, my girl Friday (get it… calendar, Friday…), my great sidekick. You were there. You were true blue. You were reliable.

Can we get together Saturday for dinner?
OH, let me check my calendar…
Can you present a writing session next Thursday?
Oh, I am pretty sure but let me check my calendar…
You were right by my side.
And then you weren’t… and my world changed.

It was a pretty sudden thing actually. One minute I was marking in you, giving you more of my plans for the future as I always do, and next thing I knew, you were gone.
And like a flash, as if lightning had struck, my world was changed.
I was dumb. My brain was gone. I was lost.

BT: What are we doing next weekend?
Me: uh, I don’t know… uh, (drool)

It was like I was walking in a fog. I was half there. Like that feeling you get when you drink too much Nyquil… I couldn’t shake it.
What was wrong with me? Not enough sleep? Not enough vegetables? Not enough vitamins? I tried them all. But you calendar, you knew my real weakness… you knew what would get to me more than anything else. You knew this couldn’t be solved with echinatia.
You knew.
I even tried to recreate you. Called people, borrowed their brains for a while, used their memories. It worked for a little while, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was inferior substitute compared to you and your powers.

You must have felt sorry for me, beloved calendar, because you showed up.
I couldn’t have been happier! I instantly felt myself get smarter.
I instantly felt the fog lift.
I know now. I will not be so careless.
So I bow down to you my dear calendar. You rock. You are the bee’s knees.
Thanks for coming back.
My family thanks you. My brain especially thanks you.
Now, can you help me find my keys?