Speaking of my memory
Exhibit A: This past summer I lived in a few different places and after the first week or so, when it became clear that my moving around was going to last at least through September, I decided it would be sort of cool to take a picture of myself every place I stayed. Of course, me being me, I forgot to do this everywhere but one place. But that’s not even the real problem. Here is the one picture I managed to take:
I have absolutely no recollection where this was.
Exhibit B: Two weeks ago I posted something about how a few years back I had been walking somewhere with my boyfriend at the time when he stepped on a rat and killed it. It turns out it was actually his roommate who stepped on the rat. Even worse, I wasn’t there when it happened. Not even THERE! Then again, maybe this is good, because it implies that while I lose some memories, I compensate for this by stealing others.
