I can’t quite figure out the timeline of the jobs I’ve had. Memories of things that happened on those jobs don’t line up with when I think I was on the jobs. I feel like I have the order all mixed up.
Recently, I was trying to remember the name of one of my old girlfriends. I can picture her clearly, but her name is gone. It will probably come to me at some point.
This is shit you think about when you get old. If you want to remember these things, start a journal, and keep it. You think you can’t possibly forget, but you do.
I’ve lost a lot more than one.
I can’t quite figure out the timeline of the jobs I’ve had. Memories of things that happened on those jobs don’t line up with when I think I was on the jobs. I feel like I have the order all mixed up.
Recently, I was trying to remember the name of one of my old girlfriends. I can picture her clearly, but her name is gone. It will probably come to me at some point.
This is shit you think about when you get old. If you want to remember these things, start a journal, and keep it. You think you can’t possibly forget, but you do.
(Yeah, I know you meant memory sticks.)