For A Minute There I Lost Myself – Memories

June 6th, 2011

My memory is unreliable to say the least. I wish I was more like someone else, someone who can directly remember most of what happened over the previous weeks, years etc etc. I am the epitome of jel-env when people reel off not only the stuff they remember but also facts and information they have retained for future use. I try to do that and I can’t. I would like to put it down to laziness, because I have a go at myself whenever I can it’s good for the soul, however I believe it may be something else.

Yeah, I’m going to whip out the hereditary illness card. My mum is exactly the same where things float in and out of her head like goldfish in a bowl and when things do reach the surface of the water its because they’re dead rather than offering tiny nuggets of details and information to enthral and amaze. If I was a copy of Ripley’s Believe It Or Not I would fill several pages with the knowledge that for some reason my mind does retain, which usually covers children’s television programs, actors and actresses, plots and quotes from The Simpsons and Lego.

You will notice that I can use none of this information to obtain a job or a whopping get fat wadger of cash unless there is some sort of warped gameshow which caters towards these tastes. To make matters worse I seem to remember things that people have already forgotten because there was no point remembering them in the first place, so I look as if I’m lying to try and wind them up or like I’ve lost my mind completely.

I can’t win. Dial my number for handy information relating to Dr Snuggles, the films of Jeremy Piven and all the deleted Lego Indiana Jones sets from 2008 to 2009.

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