Thursday, February 24, 2005

What I've Forgotten
Maybe it's information overload, loss of brain cells from experimenting with various mind-altering substances, or just that I'm getting older, but I find myself struggling more and more often to remember things. I don't just mean where I put my keys or if I mailed a bill payment, but significant names, dates, places...I know I knew them once. Here's a (very short) list:

* The name of my 5th grade teacher (though I remember 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and the rest of middle school).
* The phone number of one of my closest friends who is no longer a friend (I probably dialed it three times a week or more for five years).
* The name of the guy I broke up with my high school boyfriend for.
* The address of the house we lived in when I was in high school.
* My childhood best friend's brother's name.
* The year I was born (granted, I lie about my age ALL THE TIME).
* All of 1992.
* The words to The Gettysburg Address.
* The name of the summer camp I went to for three years in a row in New Jersey (but I do remember that one of the counselor's was nicknamed Sniper, all the words to the Bumblebee Song, and how to make God's Eye crosses with popsicle sticks).
* How I broke my thumb in 4th grade (but the boy I had a crush on was named Troy and he signed my cast).

I once called my mother to find out what year I was born when I didn't have my driver's license with me. And I've been trying to remember the name of that guy who stood me up in 1999 so I can call and tell him he's an asshole. It drives me crazy to feel like something is just out of reach of my brain and I'll fixate on it for days/weeks/months. Is that weird?


  1. I hope not, because sometimes I fixate on things like that without even realizing it, and then I wake up in the middle of the night yelling out "Rumpelstiltskin!" or "Who is John Galt?" because I was thinking so hard about it while I was asleep.

  2. Not at all. These are things that make up one's life and it feels awful when you can't remember YOUR LIFE. I know, because I have the worst memory ever. My friend, Diane, gave me her picture with her name on - sos I'd remember her.


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