The Misdirection of Attention

The author put a bowl of moldy cheese on the counter and walked past it every time he looked at it. He thought to himself, what am I going to do with this cheese? So far so good. But now more than ever, 'I don't want to throw the cheese in the garbage because the garbage is on the ground' The writer then realized that his attention deficit disordered him into not seeing the Bowl of Moldy Cheese for a day. "Now by this point, of course, the cheese is sweaty"