Things I Aggressively Refuse To Commit To Memory, Despite Increasing Social Shaming, Which We All Know Simply Does Not Have
Even The Slightest Effect On My, For Want Of A Better Word, Conscience
- Phone numbers.
- Author's names.
- Movie plots.
- Birthdays and anniversaries.
- The names of people I don't want to know, or may be forced to know for only a brief time before they drift out of my frame of reference, never to be heard from again, until that one day when they see me across a crowded room and, as the violins swell, they rush towards me, clasping me tight, even though I am obviously inside my bubble, and I simply say, "And you are.....?"
- How to spell "definitely" on the first go.
