This is for all the messy people and confused dodos

Monday, March 19, 9:30 AM. The presale of tickets for the concert of Beyoncé and Jay-Z. Something I don't want to go to, but have to go to, so I slam it in the calendar with a hundred exclamation marks.

Monday, March 19. 4:37 PM… Fuckfuckfuck!! Beyoncé! Nooooooo. How can I forget something I want so badly? Luckily. Wednesday, March 21 is the second chance. An extra concert. I text my colleagues that they all need to be ready around half past nine for tickets. NO ONE GOES TO THE BATHROOM UNTIL THERE ARE TICKETS.

Wednesday, March 21. 12:11 PM. HOW THEN? FORGOTTEN AGAIN. Seriously, do you really not want something or are you just getting in your own way?

This has actually been going on all month. Maybe even the whole year. My whole life.
If something is really important to you, you don't forget it, they always say, right? So why do I leave my laptop in Milan behind? Have my house keys been missing for half a year? Did I find out at Schiphol that my passport was still at home? Is my Chanel sunglasses that cost me three ribs out of my body already gone months after purchase? And, that health insurance card, I had that somewhere too, right? Sigh.

Does this sound familiar? I would say: welcome to Team Scatterbrain. Should you be ashamed? A little. Are you doubting your adulthood? A little. Are you alone? Of course not, girlfriend, we are many. As Johan Cruijff always said: ‘Every disadvantage has its advantage’, so let's look at it from the bright side. Scatterbrains are actually very nice people. We are more impulsive. Creative. We snag all the fun jobs. We can chat for hours at a party. We are great friends. Research shows that people who often lose their belongings are more social. You know everyone's secrets, precisely because you understand that not everything goes by the book and that not everything in life can be neat and orderly.

So, the next time you want to hit yourself on the head because you've forgotten or lost something again: just think about how cozy your busy, chaotic mind actually is. Our life is anything but boring, dodos. No great story ever started with someone eating a salad. Okay, except for that one time when I had to leave my salad du chèvre behind on the terrace because my phone was still in the, uh, fitting room in the Bijenkorf. But that doesn't count.