when i went home for thanksgiving, i had a couple of good talks with my dad.  i realized something as i was talking with him.  i think some of the fears he has or had in the past for himself are some of the same fears that i have now for myself.  i wonder if fear is hereditary.

i wonder if i’ll grow up and pass on the same fears to my children.  hmmm…  maybe there’s something i can do about it.

this past thanksgiving break, i had a great time with family.  i think the most memorable moment was when we were all gathered around the dining table for our traditional thanksgiving lunch.  it felt a little weird cause for as long as i can remember, we’ve always had company over, but this year it was just the 4 of us.

i prayed for the meal and then we dug in.  our traditional korean food mixed with traditional thanksgiving sides.  we got into a conversation about our names (me and my sister’s names).  we asked why our middles names were “one”.  yes, our middle names are one.  if you haven’t read my about me and this site page, check it out.  we had asked previously, but my parents always joked around and never gave us an acceptable answer.

so my sister asks, “why is our middle name one?”  our parents then begin to explain that my father’s generation all have the name “won” in their names.  and so my sister asks, “so why is our middle name o-n-e?”  my mom goes, “one?”  we’re like, “yeah.”  she then turns to me and asks, “so what’s your middle name?”  and i respond, “o-n-e”.  she takes a little pause while looking a little surprised, and then turns to both of us and says, “oh, sorry.”

hahaha!!!   we then explained how we used to get made fun of growing up whenever people would ask us our middle names.  she then tries to make amends and says, “we can get it changed if you want.”  my sister and i were dying laughing.  all this time, our parents had no idea our middles names were incorrectly spelled in number format rather than normal korean name format.  we used to get teased so much for our middle names.  this is how the conversation  usually turned out.

someone: hey enoch, what’s your middle name?

me (after some hesitation): one

someone: oh, like w-o-n?

me: no… not like w-o-n.  that would make too much sense. it’s o-n-e

someone: oooooh…  wait, what’s your sister’s?

me: hers is one too

someone who’s a jerk: her middle name is one two?!?!?!

me (frustrated): no… her middle name is one also

someone who i will unfriend on facebook later: oh… that’s weird.

but take heart, we’re not going to change our middle names.  we’ve had a good run with our current ones (wow, no pun intended) and we’d like to stick with them.

two nights ago i had a dream.  i dreamt i was at the grand canyon.  for some reason it wasn’t as big as it is.  it was more like the grand… valley or something.  i went with some friends from church i believe.  toward the end there was this walkway where you could walk alongside the edge of the cliff and (as afraid of heights that i am) i went ahead and walked on it.  while i was on it, i had this thought.  i should tweet this! so i pull out my phone ready to send a message to twitter that i was on the grand canyon but for some reason, it wouldn’t let me connect.  i remember being pretty frustrated with twitter at that point.  the option it gave me was to purchase a program in order for me to tweet.  i said, “screw that” and walked into the grand canyon museum.

it was then that i woke up with a confused feeling.  did i really have a dream about twitter? uhhh… yeah.  does that make me a dork? uhhh… yeah.  it’s funny cause i don’t really use it all that much.  i was questioning my dorkiness, wondering if i should be concerned or not.  is it wrong that the first thought i had while i was at the grand canyon in a dream was to tweet?  hmmmm….

have you all ever had a dream about twitter?  facebook?  gmail?



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?