Remember Me

I used to have a pretty good memory when I was little. I would ace all those silly subjects like biology and geography and history, where all I needed to do was to memorise the syllabus and bam – first in the grade. As time went on, my powers of remembering sonnets and the periodic table faded… and now, I need to write absolutely everything down in my note pad lest I forget. It wasn’t until recently that I realised just how bad my memory’s gotten.

I got a message from a guy on OkC. Actually, I messaged him first because he was quite cute in a dorky kind of way. He then added me on facebook and instagram… I thought it was a bit odd for a stranger to be so forward considering we hadn’t even exchanged phone numbers. About a week later, I got a Facebook message from him. That was when I noticed our chat history… from *wait for it* 2012!

At this point I was seriously confused. We had a proper conversation that spanned 2 weeks and according to FB, over 4,000 messages were exchanged. And I have zero recollection of it. None. If the proof wasn't right in front of me, I would never have believed that I could forget such a thing. I'm generally decent at remembering pointless conversations. So, how was it that I couldn't remember that one?
At this point I was seriously confused. We had a proper conversation that spanned 2 weeks and according to FB, over 4,000 messages were exchanged. And I have zero recollection of it. None. If the proof wasn’t right in front of me, I would never have believed that I could forget such a thing. I’m generally decent at remembering pointless conversations. So, how was it that I couldn’t remember that one?
A few days later, I decided to go back and re-read our entire conversation and hopefully jog my memory. That's when I stumbled upon the next gem. Turns out, not only did we exchange thousands of messages, but WE ACTUALLY MET UP AND HAD LUNCH. Of course, I remember nothing. Not the meet up, or the lunch venue, or what he was like in person. Not our conversations or what happened after. The awkward part was he remembered it all, right down to the name of the restaurant and the mall we went to.
A few days later, I decided to go back and re-read our entire conversation and hopefully jog my memory. That’s when I stumbled upon the next gem. Turns out, not only did we exchange thousands of messages, but WE ACTUALLY MET UP AND HAD LUNCH. Of course, I remember nothing. Not the meet up, or the lunch venue, or what he was like in person. Not our conversations or what happened after. The awkward part was he remembered it all, right down to the name of the restaurant and the mall we went to.

Of course, the most alarming thing about all of this is I don’t know how many other meetings I’ve had with random internet guys that escaped my memory. Yikes… So perhaps this blog will be a life saver one day. In case I lose my marbles and have to revisit these pages to remind myself I’m still single and alone.