Why, at 27 do I have the memory of a senior? I forget everything!
How often have you left your purse or wallet in restaurant? I used to do it ALL the time. If my friends didn't constantly remind me, I still would!
Have you ever left an expensive piece of sports equipment, that you were just using, leaning against a building, as you head for home? I have, a snowboard in fact, propped against the chalet, while I get all undressed and hop in the car! Why, why, why?
I am late, always. At least I am consistent right? But, why am I late? Because cell phones, keys and such, don't answer when you call their name. In fact, I suspect that they hide! I will find them, sometimes together, usually not, on some random surface in the house. On top of the dryer, on the dresser in the spare room, beside the bathroom sink, in the tack room outside, on the deck railing. Why? I don't know!
If it included an area code it usually takes three tries for me to dial a phone number that someone was saying to me, because I always forget. There would be no point in announcing my licence plate number if my headlights were on. I don't remember what my plate number is, not even a clue!
Some would assume I am just a flake, that nothing matters enough to me. Entirely untrue. I am a very devoted friend, and I hate it when I forget simple stuff. Have I tried to improve it? Of course I have, with minimal results. Whats stupid though, it that I remember stupid things! I remember the color of peoples eyes, and their shoes, my first memory is from before I was even three. I'll remember that so-and-so hates dogs, long after they don't hate dogs anymore, but I won't remember that they changed their mind! I can't remember anyone's phone numbers, thank goodness for in- phone contact lists, but I still remember the first phone number we had when I was little.
