I have this problem. I feel as if I’m forgetting my past. Its all becomming mush. I’m having enough trouble keeping track of the day to day. This weekend I thought to myself numerous times, “What exactly am I angry about?”. And it would take me a matter of minutes to backtrack until I could figure out the answer. Perhaps this means I wasn’t really angry and trying to hold a grudge is without purpose, since I’m terrible at it. But as far as the major events in my life, I feel as if my body is purging the past gearing up for the next quarter centurty so I’ll be able to maybe remember the dates of significant events like weddings and births and promotions. Maybe this explains why my parents can’t remember the birth weights or times of birth for any of their children. I guess they’re onto their third quarter century of memories. Time is too damn fleeting. Even if I write it all down, when am I going to have time to read it? There is so very much no one will ever know and I may never have the brain cells to recount. Perhaps I should stop drinking so regularly and take some….. ginko biloba? Is that one of those memory enhancing herbs? At brunch this weekend Michael said “I hate that quote about ‘if your life was a book would anyone read it””. I’d never heard it before, so maybe thats what got me thinking. If I were to try to write my life as a book would I remember it?
Also could someone please rewrite my entry without ending sentences in prepositions, that is the grammatical error where you end sentences with words like’it’… isn’t it????
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