The one where I lost my scarf

I like to believe I'm cool/level headed most of the times. It's like I live by the moto "Everything happens for a reason." "If its meant to be, its meant to be." So I don't usually cry over spilled milk, maybe just like 5 mins.
EXCEPT
for when I lose my things.
It's like I lose my mind at the same time. I can't function until I've found it and like it drives me nuts. I've to search the whole house, go back to everywhere else I've been to just to find it.. Until I accept the fact that it's gone.
That was me today.
Went to climb, couldn't stop thinking about my scarf, went home 2 hours later. Searched the house again, called the libraries, gym, restaurant. Nothing. Made a trip down to the library & gym myself and still nothing.
It's gone.
Gone.
And yesterday I handed in a student card thinking I've done a good deed and now I can't find my scarf. Not sure if I wore it ytd or.. sigh forget it.
I just hate nothing more than losing my stuffs.