My memory is horrible. I used to “never forget a face” but now I meet someone and a few weeks later I forgot that I met them. Names of people I know suddenly fly out of my head. A few weekends ago I walked out of Ace Hardware, smiled at a young woman and then saw my nephew walking 20 feet behind her. “Hi Aaron!” I said happily. Then I turned and looked back at the woman, who looked at me like, “Who am I, chopped liver?” It was Aaron’s girlfriend. Ooops. I managed to quickly say, “I’m not used to seeing you by yourself.” To my defense, I had only been around her twice since last October and one of those times she was wearing a shark costume for Halloween.
Recently, I drove home from work and as I turned into my driveway, I spotted a box on my front porch. The box had L.L. Bean on the side. I didn’t remember ordering anything from L.L. Bean. Earlier that week I had perused a Land’s End catalog. Or was it L.L. Bean? (You start questioning yourself.) Did I order something by mistake? I had looked up things on my phone. These thoughts went through my head as I pulled into my garage.
I have had the rare instance where I’ve seen a charge on my credit card statement and not remembered it, only to look for the receipt and then say, “Ohhhhh.” I wondered if this would happen. And if it did, I needed to see a doctor.
After I retrieved the box, I saw the shipping label. It was from my friend Tammy who lives in Florida. She told me a couple weeks prior that she would send me some clothes she was getting rid of (she’s 6’3”). I laughed out loud. I really thought I had lost my mind. I’m glad to see that, for now, it’s still in my head.