Monday, January 16, 2012

MS Symptom - Snobbishness

I've been a lot of things over the course of my life, but a snob was never one.  Walk into a room and look past you?  Never.  Neglect to acknowledge you as you walk past me?  Nope.

But now?  Yep.

Well, maybe just once in awhile...and maybe just in certain circumstances.  Or not.  I really don't know.  It's not something I often notice about myself.

Thankfully, I have very kind and compassionate friends.

Yesterday, I was approached and asked if I was alright, to which I offered an, "oh yes, I'm felling well.  How come?"  Seems as if I glanced at this friend and walked right by without so much as a greeting or warm smile.  And this isn't the first time someone has been compassionate enough to ask those questions.

I was talking with a friend who's had ms considerably longer than I have and who presents much like I do.  She's sort of like my Yoda of ms.  In any case, I asked her of this phenomenon and she helped me to identify that I've not suddenly become a snob, that it's more a case of concentrating so hard to *not* forget something that I simply may walk right by without flinching.  Or, I may look at a person, but really not be processing the fact that they are them.  What?  Well, it made sense when we were talking...and not really looking at each other, at least not for long, 'cause we were making sure to remember everything we had in our minds.

My husband finds it humorous.  I'll be having a conversation with him and he'll notice my eyes relocate to like, his knees.  Or his foot.  And he'll wonder, "do I have something on my pants?  Is my shoe untied?"  No.  It's that something in my mind has triggered the thought of...did I remember to get the milk out of the car?  I may even get up, mid-conversation, to look in the fridge.  It's closer than looking in the car.  Though if it's not in the fridge, that doesn't automatically qualify it as being in the car.  Let's be completely honest, people...that milk could be just about anywhere:  on the washing machine, in the pantry, or at the mailbox from when I got the mail.  I've digressed...

Just another thing to be conscious of, I suppose.  Maybe the Society should add "MS Social Behavior 101" to the schedule of seminars they present?

Who wants to sit at my table!?!


Mary K. Mennenga said...

I agree whole heartily with you. With having so much to keep track of like trying to walk and not fall, remembering why I was there in the first place and what was it's can't think ringing in my ears oh the pain talk about multitasking! After that I'm luck if I remember if anyone else was even in the store!LOL

Tina said...

I'll save you a seat at my table! I feel as if I'm in good company :-)

Mary K. Mennenga said...

Thanks! As do I;-)