I suffer from a really bad memory. I don’t remember the names of people, places or things very easily. I don’t have strong memories of my childhood, save for a few pieces that wouldn’t even make a blockbuster length movie. For as long as I can remember, my memory has been poor.
It took me over a week to learn the name of my co-worker and office mate. It took me months after that to remember the names of the majority of the people in my office. Beyond those I see every day, I still have little to no recollection of their names.
Beyond work, I have troubles remember what I’ve done in the past. Sabine would remember events with vivid detail, and I’d barely remember that I was there. One doctor told me that it might have more to do with the importance I place on these details than the quality of my memory.
Each day, I sift through thousands of articles online. My general browsing of the web probably uses more bandwidth than the average iTunes user. I’ve conditioned myself to quickly analyze articles, pull out the few relevant facts, and move on to the next. I’ve been the person that people come to in hopes of finding something online since early in my high school career. I could sift, search and process vast amounts of information and find nearly anything online given enough time.
The problem is, that the lack of memory is a huge hindrance. Sabine says that I have a better memory of the bad days, and bad emotions than the good days, and because of this, I feel more negative. Her thought is that if I could remember everything as she remembers it, that I would be happier, more content, and quicker to forgive. I am sure a few others would probably agree with her.
In the end, I live with this minor affliction without doing much about it because as much as Sabine might protest, I think I forget the bad, as much as the good. It leaves me with a sense of balance, and makes it easier for me to look forward, never living in the past.