I remember learning, slowly, the names of everyone in a new job, in a new office.
I remember the weird sensation of realizing that in retrospect of my longest relationship, I turned out to be the villain.
I remember rediscovering my ability to stay up for more than 24 hours at a time for the sake of work and the toll I pay to do it.
I remember turning down social activities to work.
I remember breaking and entering into some abandoned facility in that overlooks the East River from the Brooklyn side.
I remember trusting that arriving alone in a city I’ve never been would eventually lead me to new friends, and I remember being right about that.
I remember that I spoke, at length, about theology and metaphysics with an ex adult film actress, who happened to be my roommate at the time.
I remember tagging along to friends’ shows, and the soreness in my heart that was missing being on stage.
I remember re-learning to sing in countertenor.
I remember the excitement of again living very close to good friends and creative minds.
I remember that there is a lot I cannot recall about this year’s Halloween.
I remember a limousine limozeen in there, somewhere.
I just remembered some things I forgot to list, and I wonder if I will remember this moment of unique clarity; one lined with Nyquil and the hiss of nearby surface streets.
I hope I do.
For I, ladies and gentlemen, am forgetful.
I remember going to a strange bar after less than eight months of living in LA and meeting someone for the first time who’s become an awesome friend. I also remember that night involving ahi tuna, which is too fishy even for me.
Memory is always a guessing game for me the longer time passes. Like, am I remembering or just believing in something I thought did or should have happened.
I remember dozing on your couch while you meandered about chord-land, stumbling upon familiar songs.
I don’t think you know, but once a person feeds me, they’ve essentially got a cowboy hat-wearing drone at their disposal. Should you ever need anything, call on me. Help lifting heavy objects, digging holes to bury bodies, that sort of thing.
i am also forgetful. i think it comes with having such a brilliant mind. or something like that…
i’m so happy you can remember all that! because of the meds i was on i can’t remember too easily and one of the secret reasons i kept up my blog so well…
*hugs* and *LOVE* you!
I too forget. I think it’s inherit. At that moment I want to remember and I tell myself to. But as time passes, I don’t remember those moments, I am aware of the present indefinitely. It’s only when something truly triggers a memory.
I hope I remember to value each moment as you do. Very nice post.
xo/evie
Nice! Man, that reminds me… I am forgetful too!
My memory is spotty. I blog to remember, which should be an incentive for me to blog more.
“I remember the weird sensation of realizing that in retrospect of my longest relationship, I turned out to be the villain.”
Isn’t it crazy when that happens? Reminds me of a lyric from The Postal Service (my apologies if you despise them or anything!): “And I am finally seeing that I was the one worth leaving…”