To quote one such friend: "People like you scare me. You remember everything and use it to your advantage to control the world one day." I doubt my ability to remember things had such a sinister future but I was indeed proud of my peculiarity when it was embedded in my head by that it truly was a remarkable thing.
Lately, however, I'll be lucky to remember what I wore yesterday.
I've panicked numerous times thinking I was coming down with Alzheimer's and I laugh now considering I'm far too young for such a terrible destiny but I believed there to be something seriously the matter with me.
As a mildly superstitious person I thought perhaps my newfound forgetfulness was the product of the Evil Eye. Someone surely was jealous of my wondrous brain and hit me with the EE to take away this precious gift. A good friend told me to recite a prayer every time I forgot what I was going to say and oddly enough it worked and I believed myself to be cured. That came to an abrupt halt when I tried it one last time and couldn't reproduce the thought I'd just had. And I went hysterical once again.
I did extensive research (read: Yahoo Answers) and concluded that I needed to do puzzles and mind games every night before sleep to rub two sticks in my brain together and start a fire once again. This may have helped but doing a puzzle before bed gave me nightmares. As I've warned you, I'm a pseudo-scientist and I concluded that I must have triggered a part of my brain that controls dreams when I did these puzzles before bed and that spider solitaire was the working of the devil.
For the past several months, I've put aside any qualms I had about my memory or lack thereof and decided that everyone's memory gets a little shaky as they get older and have more real issues to worry about.
Yesterday, I was having a conversation with my mother when my youngest sister told me my problem was that I think too much. Really? Me? I found it a ridiculous statement because I figured that we all must think a lot. How can we not? I thought I would further inquire and I asked her what she thought about in a day. Her response: "I seriously hate thinking. It drives you nuts. Just live your day keeping busy. Our minds are prisons."
Suddenly, I agreed. Our minds are indeed prisons. How many times has something embarrassing happened to me and I replayed it over and over in my head feeling the shame course through my body each and every time the image popped up. Thinking is a fucking piece of shit and I'm over it.
Obviously, thoughts sprout up in your brain for no reason sometimes but why should we prolong them? Allow the thought to pass through the highway of your brain and never return. What good is it to wonder what your day will be like or what people will say to you when you show up to work wearing two different coloured socks? Just fucking live and stop fussing. I think my memory would still be perfectly intact if I had less to think about. It makes enough sense: the less thoughts that cloud your mind the less you have to remember anyway. I'm content in my new philosophy. It's only been a day but I feel relieved.