To those who know me, it's pretty obvious that I have a terrible memory. There's good days and there's bad, but bottom line, I should never be the person you ask to remind you about anything. But, that's what having concussion after concussion does to you.
It's really easy to turn negative when dealing with memory loss, especially for such an extended period of time. Instead, I'm going to keep positive by looking at some "perks" of having "short-term remembery" loss.
1. I forget all of my problems
I’m recently single and I’m broke. Sure, I’ll be reminded of it in about an hour or so’s time, or the next time I check my bank account. But that’s Future Me’s problem.
2. Jokes. They’ll never get old
I’ll always find them funny. And if you screw up the punchline this time around, it’s okay. Just tell it to me again tomorrow.
3. Stories
They really do get better and better every time. Mostly because you probably get better at telling it after seven times.
4. I can definitely keep a secret
I’ll forget about whatever you told me within like a week. Tell me something you were going to take to the grave, it’s okay, telling me let’s you do that while lifting that weight off your shoulders.
5. It’s impossible for me to judge
I’ve given myself multiple concussions, only half being sports related. It’s caused me to see Dory as my spirit animal, have all of my friends threaten to buy me helmets, and still not have my driver’s license at age 20. Whatever you did, I’m sure it’s fine.
6. I have an excuse as to why I’ve organized the s*** out of my life
I’m OCD. I have a problem when it comes to being clean. Organized. I have a calendar on my wall that has every aspect of my life written down. If you look at the back of my bedroom door, you’ll find about 20 post-its reminding me things to do each day. It’s not as weird if I say I do all of that because I have a memory problem.
7. I’m constantly surprising myself
Arguably the best perk. Oh I have a package? No way! I order from Amazon all the time and completely forget what's coming. I also tend to forget what food I bought. Ask my roommates how many times a week they ask me if they can have something of mine from the fridge and my response is, "Oh that's mine? Go past me for buying that."
