Tune in next time for “My horrible memory”, or “How the hell did I end up in Saitama?”
This post is post-dated because:
a) my memory is about as good as… what was I talking about?
b) I wrote most of it last night, then forgot to post it
c) I did mean to finish writing last night, and for some reason, thought I had already posted
d) there is no answer d
e) All of the above
And now, onto the actual post… which is ironically about my bad memory.
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I have a bad memory. It’s not completely faulty, but I do tend to forget things if I don’t constantly remind myself, or have some other way of keeping track of them. This is the main reason I have a PDA - to keep track of appointments, birthdays, etc.
It’s not just my short term memory, either. I sometimes forget things that I’ve known for a long time, just to remember them at the last second or when it’s too late. This, admittedly, really annoys me. But I’ve gotten used to it, and with the help of my PDA and my friends and family, it’s not crippling or anything.
Onto the more interesting bit of story (which has nothing to do with Saitama, unfortunately):
Once in a great while, I will get in my car, for the express purpose of driving for the fun of it. It’s been a few months since I last did so, but the last time is kind of why I haven’t in a while.
It’s a bright, sunny September afternoon. I’m done with work, and instead of going straight home, I decided to go driving for a bit. No destination, just a purpose - enjoy being in my car.
After an hour or so, I was in Greenbelt, Maryland. Greenbelt is where my old high school is, and where I spent a lot of time hanging out with friends during and after my four years at Eleanor Roosevelt.
The thing is, I don’t remember heading that way from Laurel. If anything, I was heading kind of north-ish when I started my drive. I stopped to get gas when I realized, “Holy crap, I’m in Greenbelt.”
My fun little trip was a complete blank in my mind. Which is annoying, because it was a great day to drive… from what I remember.