Sorry for the late posting. I went to therapy today and started with, “I am crazy. I just know I am. I have lost my damned mind.” My Psychologist laughed and was all, “No you are not!” And I said, “I have PROOF!” So she humored me and listened.
First, don’t Google anything yet. Make notes and then compare them to what you remember and what Google says.
Remember Jiffy peanut butter?
I remember Jiffy peanut butter. Not Jif! JIFFY! My kids remember Jiffy peanut butter. In fact, they remember when it switched over to the name “Jif” because I bitched about it for about a month because I couldn’t my beloved Jiffy. Everyone in my apartment building remembers Jiffy. My mom remembers Jiffy. My friends remember Jiffy.
It was JIFFY. Not Skippy. JIFFY! Jiffy peanut butter was the bomb!
So I sent an email to Jif asking when they changed the name. Here is the email I got back. Remember… no Googling yet!
In case you can’t read it because of screen size, it says,
“… the name Jif was chosen because it was easy to say, spell and remember. It was never called Jiffy.”
Stay with me on this… changing subjects. This is NOT a squirrel alert! And stay off Google until I am done.
Berenst_in Bears Books
Remember the lovable anthropomorphic family of bears that lived in a tree and had wonderful lessons to teach in each book? How did you spell the name?
Write it down. Visualize the book in your head. If you have a book nearby, no peeking.
Back to therapy
So, I told my psychologist about these two things. I made sure she agreed with me that Jiffy peanut butter was real and that she spelled the bears names like I remembered. Then I blew her mind…
Jiffy peanut butter never existed. Ever. It isn’t a thing.
I remember spelling it, “BerenstEin”. How did you spell it? Write it down. Okay, now Google it.
It is spelled BerenstAin. I swear to you it was spelled with an E. She said, “No. It was spelled with an E.” and objected to the non-existence of Jiffy peanut butter.
She didn’t believe me SO much so that she went and got her computer and brought it in the counseling room and googled it herself. She seriously thought I was bullshitting her. The look on her face and the gasp of shock as she saw this was totally worth all the happy pills in the world.
I would like to stop and take a moment to proudly announce that I am so crazy that I am taking my Psychologist with me! Not sure if that counts as a squirrel alert or not…
Yes, my psychologist was blown away.
Okay, now go search for Jiffy peanut butter. It doesn’t exist. It never has. The ONLY thing I could find was in a cartoon. You can see it here. Does that look like Jiffy peanut butter to you? It is super close to me! But other than that one picture, I cannot find it. In fact, if you Google “Jiffy peanut butter” you get this…
Don’t believe me? Try it for yourself.
What the fuck!?
In case you are checking to make sure you took your meds today, you can put the lid back on your bottle. It’s called the Mandela effect.
It was named that because MANY people vividly remember Nelson Mandela dying in the 70’s or 80’s while in prison. Do you remember that? Brace yourself… He died December 5, 2013. Here is the WIkipedia page.
If you think I am totally batshit crazy, you can check out The Mandela Effect’s Major Memories page and start scrolling. They have a list of them. I had to Google some of them because I was like, “No. It’s BarbAra Streisand! Not Barbra!” *types in Google* “Wait. Whaaaa….???” The comments have other ones so enjoy the read.