In the shower just now,
I remembered that I have a new pocket notebook and a new pocket weekly planner bought as mini gifts to myself the day before Christmas. They should be in use by now, but
I forgot to make any resolutions for the new year.
So, hi. My name is unimportant, and I forget things. Like what I did yesterday, or where I was or which day of the week that was. I've always forgotten things like names and math, but for eleven years now, the things I forget have ballooned into a huge void. I don't know what happened back then to make my brain go crazy. I did
party like it was 1999, because it was. Maybe that was it. But seriously, I was a good kid for the most part, so if I did have a memory, there wouldn't be many wild tales to tell you. I think.
Don't get me wrong. All that nothingness I see when I look back is not necessarily bad. Embarrassing moments? Don't remember them. Bad marriage? Fading fast. There is definitely an upside to a bad memory.
Whether my brain was not Y2K compatible or not, it's 2010 now and I am 30 and it seems like I should get serious about remembering things. A blog should help me track my progress and lapses, and keep me disciplined about exercising my brain. Couldn't hurt, right?