Aug 30 2009
The Perfect Memory
I once wished that I had the ability to remember everything that ever happened detail by detail, like other people I have met during the course of my disaster err life.
Remembering dates would be nice, like birthdays, and the years of special events could be helpful, but apparently that particular higher function of my brain has always been beyond my grasp.
However; a faulty memory can, at times, be a good thing. To forget is divine… shouldn’t that be added to the list of great literary quotes?
There are things I wish I could forget, like ol’ whats her name that I misspent my youth on (unfortunately, that name is burned into my mind, and refuses to be bleached out.)… being arrested, for of all things, forgetting to pay a traffic ticket would also be nice.
The young girl who stole my heart, and returned it shattered and bleeding, or so it seemed at the ripe old age of seventeen. She is solely responsible for ol’ whats her name to get her talons on the broken pieces and keep them for nearly a decade. Ok, so I lied, it was my own stupid fault, but it sounds better to the idiot author! Just because little miss right dumped me is no reason to settle for little miss not even close!
Out of simple fairness I should point out that little miss alien invasion did produce a perfect son, one that was the true bright spot in nearly a decade of self induced home invasion by a transient species.
An apology is in order, I am not, nor have I ever been perfect, (if I was, it is merely a faulty memory.) and she was not solely to blame… I may not have been her idea of Mr. perfect either, but I really can’t remember.
Now if only I could find my mind, I seem to have misplaced it!
Thomas H. Forthe
