Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.~ Woody Allen (1935 - )
R forgets things, as I do. But it seems to me that he forgets much more than I do. It is with horror that I witness his leaving the house with the keys still on the door, his forgetting to take home our laundry basket from the laundromat. Sometimes he asked what we did the previous weekend, not remembering anything about it. I am on the other hand obsessed with remembering, and with keeping track of time. If possible, I want to remember every movie we went to, down to the date and place. I keep ticket stubs, restaurant bills and such, to retain the memory of an event for as long as I could. I want to remember as much as I can about the time we spend together.
The things R seems to forget are the simple trivial things: he never forgets the way to a place, for instance, even if he only went to that place once, and that was more than 10 years ago. He never forgets which classes he has to teach in a day, which means he is unlike some professors who enter a classroom asking whether it is his class. He remembers details about his students.
I wonder whether forgetting things is in fact normal, and I am the one being weird for wanting to remember everything. Sometimes I think my obsession to remember every little details of our daily life means I forget to live the moment.
I suspect life is what happens when you are too busy to remember its every little detail.
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