Dude, Where's My Car?

At 18 years, I regret to say that I am feeling the effects of aging that everyone is always talking about. Getting old is not an overnight phenomenon, however. I can remember years ago, I tried convincing my dad that I needed to take "one-A-Day" vitamins that were supposed to improve your memory. I think he said I could if I felt I needed it. I dunno. I forgot. But it's sounding pretty good right now. Things have gone from bad to worse. I feel I am getting dumber by the minute. Even my friends have noticed. First, it was the all too common "where's my purse?" "where's my keys?". It then progressed to "Dude, where's my car?", "What class am I going to?", "Where is it?", "What time does it start?", "What was I doing?", and "Why did I come here?" Not all that horrible, you say. What about sitting down at the table, laying my keys on the table, then, not 2 minutes later, looking all over hell for them. How about getting up from a nice comfy spot to go look for something that I suddenly needed, only to find it right next to where I had originally been perched (thus the reason I was reminded that I needed it). Or lending my phone to someone, only to see them using it a couple minutes later, and be reminded of the fact that "Hey, I have a phone too! Where the hell is it?"Or going to the post office with the letter I need to mail in my hand, only to arrive there, set it down on the dash of the car, enter the building, look around, and wonder "what was I gonna do?". And the thing is, I don't just have these memory lapses on occasion. Its several during a single hour. I'm sure it amuses my friends. Hell, it amuses me. For instance, yesterday at lunch, I glanced around the cafeteria, and, in doing so, saw this guy, Joseph. I turned to my friend Amy and commented on how often I see him. I then turned back to where he was and saw that the guy there was not him. I, with much difficulty, sputtered and babbled to cover my mistake. About ten minutes later, I realize that it had been Joseph after all. When I turned and saw the wrong guy, it was because I was looking at the wrong spot. How freaking retarded do you have to be for that? It doesn't sound that bad, actually. Even Amy probably doesn't realize how retarded I felt. Only I know. It was funny though. Very funny!
Seriously though, if I don't do something about this, I'm going to have a horrible time in the future. I will set down my son, forget where I put him, forget what I was doing, leave the house, forget where I live, and go to Joseph's house and let him cook me pizza. Do you see my point?