IF IT WAS THAT IMPORTANT, I WILL REMEMBER EVENTUALLY

I have been at a loss to come up with good topics lately. Actually, that is not entirely true. I have had flashes of brilliance for blog topics, but then, just as fast as they come to me, they are gone with only the faintest trace. I fear I am turning into my mother.

Now, there is absolutely nothing wrong with turning into my mother. She is a wonderful, selfless person who pretty much lives to make others happy and only asks for a nice piece of jewelry every once in a while from my dad in return. There are many worse ways to end up. But, Mother also has an affliction she affectionately refers to as CRAFT Syndrome. CRAFT is an acronym for Can’t Remember a Fucking Thing. And it’s true. She forgets stuff all the time. In fact, as kids, Sister, Brother and I would heartily take advantage of this and, upon getting in trouble for something, remark indignantly, “You gave me permission, remember?” The answer was always a laugh and a reminder that she had CRAFT – it worked like a charm.

I have always doubted my memory. There are times I am speaking to Sister, Brother, Husband, Father…or really anyone…. and I will recall a conversation, only to be told it 100% did not happen the way I remember. And yet, I could swear it did. I used to think everyone else was wrong, but after being corrected so many times, it is clearly my faulty memory.

Is it age? I am going to be 32 in a little more then a week, but 32 hardly seems old enough to be experiencing such memory loss. And, this time, it is more than conversations being remembered differently. I can not remember if I turned off the lights before leaving the apartment this morning (sorry Husband), I can not remember important dates unless I write them down and I most definitely can not remember the four very cool blog topics I came up with yesterday.