on the tip of one’s tongue
1. Used to say that one knows a word, name, etc., but cannot remember it.
2. The reason IMDb exists. – The Nut
My husband is making me dumber.
You know how they say people start to look like their spouse – or their dog – over time? Well, I’m starting to think that doesn’t just apply to outside appearances.
I think marriage is literally warping my brain.
Nutty Hubby is one of those people who loves books and movies, but for the life of him can almost never remember the names of the real-life people who had a hand in their creation. He has a handful of favorite authors, and a handful of favorite actors. Those precious few alone are afforded the luxury of a remembered name.
Anyone else is just, “You know, that guy…”
I never used to have that problem. Once upon a time, I was a one-woman Wikipedia entry on “that guy”. I could list his name, his body of work and his current marital status without even thinking about it. I used to be GREAT at “that guy” identification.
Then marriage made me stupid.
From the very beginning, Nutty Hubby and I have always been eerily in sync when it comes to our thoughts, and it’s only been getting worse. For instance, at least once a week I’ll be humming a tune quietly to myself at my computer, only to have Nutty Hubby arrive home from work singing the exact same song. Neither of us will have heard the song recently, nor can we find any good reason for it to have come to mind other than that we’re just a couple of weirdos.
We think and say the same things in unison so frequently (to the disgust/amusement of our friends and acquaintances) that we gave up on remarking “I was just thinking/was just going to say the same thing!” to each other and just substituted “Duh!” to save time.
Only problem is, “Duh!” is turning me into a dunce. Because lately I’m finding that Nutty Hubby’s inability to recall the names of all those “that guy”s is becoming my inability to recall the names of all those “that guy”s.
Which is now a major problem when Nutty Hubby and I are talking pop culture with friends and loved ones who don’t share our semi-telepathic freak show of a bond, because I used be our “that guy” interpreter. I was the name-bringer; the Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon star player; the girl with all the answers. The goddamn Encyclopedia Nuttica.
So what the fuck happened?
I have a theory. I don’t think the editor of the Encyclopedia Nuttica ever came back from Nutty Hubby’s and my honeymoon in the Caribbean. I think she’s still there, sipping piña coladas on a black sand beach in Dominica, snickering to herself as my brain’s reference section goes all to hell and I have to turn yet again to my IMDb app for something I could’ve remembered easily five years ago.
I’d curse her name, if only I could remember it.
Today’s blog post was brought to you by the letter O, the number 1990, and the You Know, That Guy, The One Who Was In The Movie About That Thing That Happened Challenge, AKA the Blogging A to Z Challenge.
1 “on the tip of one’s tongue.” Merriam-Webster.com. Merriam-Webster, 2016. Web. 18 April 2016.