forgetfulness as a blessing
wow, i realized that i’ve written about forgetfulness a number of times in my blog. i must’ve forgot…
if you don’t know me by now, one thing you should probably know is that i’m pretty forgetful. like, REALLY forgetful. i tell ya, i felt like a fool sometimes.
BUT, i have begun to realize the usefulness of forgetting. i don’t worry about stuff that would normally consume my thoughts and overwhelm me until i remember them later, allowing me to function as a normal human being in the meantime. i usually don’t remember the reason why i’m mad at someone when i wake up in the morning. i don’t remember what i ate for my previous meal (coincidentally, i love leftovers). my short-term memory is fantastic! i can cram so well! all of these things i see as good things. don’t get me wrong though, there are tons of bad things that come along with a poor memory: i don’t remember talking about stuff in past conversations (some people get really mad at me about this), i can’t remember birthdays, sometimes i forget to lock my car, i’m constantly leaving stuff behind, there’s always that moment of “dag!! where’d i leave my wallet/keys/pants/etc.”
it’s kind of a trade-off. i think the bad definitely outweighs the good, but at least i’m starting to see the good. i don’t know how this happened. both of my parents have excellent memories. i guess remembrance is not hereditary.
how good/bad is your memory? does it get you in trouble? or does it save you?
i hate it when…
…drinks don’t tell you what they taste like. there are some drinks that say fruit punch, or cherry flavor, and then there are those that just say: cool blue (which i am currently drinking), or purple rush! uhhh… what does blue taste like? i tend to stay away from blue cause i’m not a big fan of blue raspberry, but for some reason, this one is different. but i never would have tried cause it was blue. it wasn’t until someone gave me a sip of theirs that i realized i liked it. i think there are some energy drinks out there that are like, “wrath” or “angst” or something like that. ok, i probably made those up, but there are some out there with some weird names that tell you nothing about what it tastes like. maybe that’s how they get you to buy it, by making you curious as to what it tastes like.
…people back out of commitments. i know i do this sometimes too and i feel really bad when i do it to someone else. it’s just that sometimes you work your schedule around a certain commitment and then someone says, “oh, i can’t come” or “we’re not doing that anymore.” seriously, people, how about a little heads up?
…you miscalculate how many steps you are from the bottom/top. it leads to some embarrassing situations ultimately leading to the “look around to see if anyone was watching” follow-up.
with that said, i’m loving that college basketball season has started. can’t wait til march!
wow
i’m amazed how many visits i get a day without posting anything. i think my kit kat post is single-handedly keeping my readership up. haha. i think people are looking for something else when they realize my post has nothing to do with crisp, chocolate-covered wafers. mmmm… anyways, updates to come soon. i just don’t know how soon.
it’s all about me
this is kind of a revisit of a past post: don’t be modest.
i still have a hard time accepting compliments. this past month i’ve had a birthday, pastor appreciation month, and my mid-course assessment at school. this month has just been packed full of “enoch time”. and it feels really weird to be the center of attention and have groups of people talk about you to your face.
i don’t really know how to take it when people talk about who i am to them or what i mean to other people. it’s weird right? but i feel like in a perfect world, there’d be a lot more of that. so why can’t i take it?
i remember when i was younger in youth group, we had a time at a retreat where we washed each others’ feet. i refused to let anyone wash my feet (much like peter in the Bible) because i didn’t want anyone to serve me. it was then that i learned about pride. pride wasn’t just thinking you were the best, but it was also thinking that you were the worst. pride is thinking you’re the best at being the servant and therefore no one can serve you. and to be honest, i still have a problem with this.
so this past month, i’ve had to get used to people doing things for me or saying things about me to my face or just being the topic of discussion for an extended period of time. it’s really hard. i’d assume that it’d be hard for a lot of people to just sit there while people say things about you. in asian culture, you NEVER accept a compliment without humbling yourself first. darn you asian shame-based culture!!
so as this month ends, i’ll be kind of glad the focus isn’t on me anymore, but also taking with me the lesson that it’s ok if the world revolves around you some of the time.
