I have one of the worst memories of anybody I know. I can be with a group of friends who will be talking about a hilarious event that happened in high school or college, one that I may have played a vital role in, and I have absolutely no memory of it.
I want to remember it, because it sounds awesome, but for some reason I don’t. My husband refers to me as the guy from the movie “Memento.” You know, the one who has to tattoo notes on his arms because he has no short-term memory. That’s me, without the tattooing. (more…)