My Afternoon Trying to Find That Old Scarf
So, Adrien Silva at Sporting popped into my head today. Don’t know why, just one of those random thoughts. Remember him bossing the midfield? Proper captain material back then. Anyway, it got me thinking about the stuff I had from that time.
I suddenly got this strong urge, you know? I needed to find my old Sporting scarf. The one I bought way back when Silva was really hitting his stride, maybe around 2014 or 2015? It wasn’t anything fancy, just a standard green and white striped thing, but it meant something, represented that specific era for me.
First step, had to figure out where it even was. Probably shoved in a box somewhere. I started thinking, maybe the storage closet? Nope, mostly tools and old paint cans in there. The attic? Yeah, that sounded right. Dreaded going up there, always dusty and full of forgotten things.
So, I pulled down the attic stairs and climbed up. Man, what a mess. Boxes piled high. I started looking for ones marked ‘Clothes’ or ‘Memorabilia’. Found one that seemed promising. Lugged it over to the light.
- Opened it up. First layer: old t-shirts I’ll never wear again.
- Dug deeper. Found a weird hat I bought on holiday once. Why did I keep that?
- Then, oh boy. Found a stack of old match programmes. Not just Sporting, all sorts. Spent a good ten minutes flipping through those.
- Still no scarf.
Moved onto another box. This one was heavier. It had books, some old electronics… wait, what’s this? My old portable CD player! Wild. And underneath that, a photo album.
This is where it went off the rails. I opened the album. Pictures from college. Then another album, high school. Completely forgot about the scarf mission. I sat down right there on the dusty attic floor, just going through photos, remembering faces and times I hadn’t thought about in years. Saw pictures of people I haven’t spoken to since forever.
Spent, like, an hour or maybe more just lost in that stuff. The original goal? The Adrien Silva inspired scarf hunt? Totally gone from my mind. It became an accidental trip down memory lane.
Eventually, my legs got stiff from sitting on the floor. I packed the albums back carefully, closed the box, and came back downstairs. Didn’t find the scarf. Didn’t even look in any other boxes after finding the photos.
It’s funny, right? You start off trying to do one simple thing, sparked by a memory of a footballer, and end up miles away, lost in your own past. Guess that’s just how digging through old stuff goes. Still, kinda want to find that scarf now. Maybe tomorrow.