Memory, sometimes it can be your friend or it can be your enemy. I’m not very good at getting to know co workers names or people who I meet randomly. I’ll sit there talking to the person “I’m Wes” I’ll say with a polite smile while they say, “I’m Blah.” That’s what they might have said because once they start talking about other stuff their name leaves my mind. I don’t mean for it to happen, and it isn’t that I have a horrible memory. I have a relatively good memory on things that I want to remember. If you and I talk and I feel we will meet again, I’ll remember your name.
Names are just one end of this terribly embarrassing forgetmobile. Birthdays are the worst, the only birthday I feel I am entitled to remember is my own. A future spouse and kids as well if that happens one day, but honestly if I don’t get a reminder from somewhere then it’s forgotten. Some people may get offended by this and I have been annoyed by being made to feel bad because of this forgetfulness.
It’s almost like I do it intentionally…
Obviously I’m evil, obviously I don’t care. If you truly want to believe that the absence of your birthday in my memory needs justification, just know that you’ll be waiting a long time. I don’t remember good friends birthday or my family including my sisters whose birthdays are finally sticking in my head. After eighteen, fifteen, and ten years then I should probably make an effort right?…..RIGHT?
Lets try and not see it as I forgot, rather than I just wanted to make it longer. Common now you get to have a BELATED BIRTHDAY.
If you don’t even get a belated birthday from me, then why are we even talking. Obviously I don’t give a….