An Unhealthy Reaction to Losing Things

The sudden discovery of a lost or missing item throws me into a panic. My brain and stomach tense up. My thoughts have a singular focus, whispering with forced calmness, more devastating than a yell, “How could you let this happen?”

I’ve lost several earrings to stretchy, chunky scarves. I’ve misplaced adhesive backings to temporary plastic hooks used to hang holiday wreathes, that I knew, just KNEW, I had purchased on clearance December 26 of the previous year.

I thought I left my iPhone at a Firestone during an oil change the night before leaving on an international flight. Minutes before the close of business, I drove over to search the Firestone waiting area, while baffled and slightly amused employees inquired if I needed help. I later logged into “Find my Phone” and saw the blue dot hovering over my street address. I found the phone plugged into a random outlet.

I’ve searched aggressively through carry-on items and later, checked baggage, fueled by unwarranted suspicion of petty thievery by hard working laborers in the travel and hospitality industry. I could visualize exactly the last time I had packed “safely” away in its zippered spot, that ONE tank top I absolutely needed.

The tremendous relief when I find items never seems to temper outsized future anxiety. I’ve found earrings months later inexplicably on the driver seat of my car and in a subsequent incident, that same earring was located during the summer lying on the floor of my laundry room beneath the hook where the winter scarves hang.

As a child, I was brought to tears once, holding my stuffed bear, imagining a day when I might lose her. Or even worse, forget her. Have no need for her. I promised never to let that happen. To this day, this bear sits on a bookshelf, an old sock holding in the stuffing on her crumbling leg.

As an infant who was lost and found by strangers, tracking things feels like a major aspect of my life’s work.

About jaclynfre

Tech integration specialist, recipe adventurer, fast walker, sporadic writer, aunt, sister and daughter
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4 Responses to An Unhealthy Reaction to Losing Things

  1. Carol Wilcox says:

    Glad I am not the only one who loses things. A friend and I joke that we are “Wonder Women,” as in “I wonder where I left that. I’m hoping I will find some lost items while I’m doing some spring cleaning on this break.

  2. Tim Gels says:

    I regularly lose things, and it’s always hard. Fortunately, I usually find them. I try to have specific places where I put things, but I can definitely relate to your “random outlet” situation.

  3. Lainie Levin says:

    I am completely with you! Growing up as a super-messy and disorganized kid, I have found that my adulthood best runs when I am A Person Who Does Not Lose Things.

    I’ve become so organized and careful about things that it sends me off the deep end when I can’t find something. As a matter of fact, I kind of use it as my gauge. If I go through a few days where I misplace my keys, my bag, my wallet – I take that as my sign that I am stressed out and need to downshift in whatever way I can.

    But OH. The feeling of losing something. OH.

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