forgetfulness as a blessing
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?