I met an old friend for lunch the other week.  Well, she’s isn’t actually “old”.  She’s the same age as me.  But I’ve known her since Elementary school – which was never-you-mind-how-many years ago.  We were in many classes together, used to hang out after school, and attended each others sleep-over parties and such.  We bumped into each and decided to catch up over lunch.  And it was a lovely!  And she’s exactly the same.  Same looks.  Same mannerisms.  Same laugh.  It was so weird – but in a good way.

But it just confirmed what I had already suspected . . . I have a REALLY bad memory for the past.  So bad in fact that I’ve often wondered if I’ve sustained some type of head injury that may have resulted in selective amnesia.  Or maybe I experienced a traumatic event and had to block out a chunk of my past.  Neither of which has actually happened I’m certain, but that’s what it feels like.

In fact, not so long ago, I had this conversation with another friend:

her:  hey remember Joe?

me:   no

her:  you know – Joe Blow? (clearly not his real name)

me:  no

her:  you dated him?

me:  I did?  For very long?

her:  no – nothing major.  I think you went for dinner a couple of times.

me:  I have no idea who you’re talking about.

This kinda thing happens all the time when friends bring up past events.  It’s like I wasn’t even there.  The same thing happened when I was out for lunch with my old friend.  Turns out she has a younger brother.  Which I had absolutely no recollection of.  And she mentioned teachers and other friends that I again, I could not remember.  Is it just me?

Anyway, I’d better go check the stove – I might have left something on it.