I can recite all the phone numbers I’ve ever had.
I still know Avogadro’s Number and how to use it.
I know my states and capitals.
I can remember conversations with people, even many years later.
But…
I forget the details of books and movies with remarkable speed.
My closest family and friends know not to send me to find something since I won’t see it even if it’s right in front of my face.
I have a gift for buying things that I already own.
I once misplaced a table in my own house (it was underneath the microwave the entire time).
I wonder which side of my brain will process the memories of my children’s lives?
I’m so afraid of forgetting the sweetness someday.
6.02 x 10^23! I could have written this post myself; I’m always amused (and annoyed) by the random things that stick in my head… and the ones that get lost.
That’s what blogs are for!
I agree with KC. That is a big reason I blog.
Also, losing a table? So damn funny.
Just wish I could remember all the things I forgot . . . or is it forget all the things I remember?