Senior Moments
Originally published at Aurorean. Please leave any comments there.
As far as I can remember, I've always seen myself as someone with a really, really poor memory. It's so poor that I could barely remember what I did or ate yesterday, unless of course, there are leftovers in the fridge which could possibly clue me in. My brain also works in a way that I could vividly remember events from my childhood but I often wonder whether it really happened or was just brought about by my overactive imagination.
It's also almost embarrassing to admit that my memory doesn't even give me the grace to remember birthdays and ages, including my own, and I end up having to rely on sites like Friendster and Facebook to remind me. Kind of pointless too since I will forget anyway as soon as I log off from the computer. My brother was nice enough to let me play the "guess his birthday game" with him through text messaging one day. I ended up wasting a grand total of Php10 before he gave up and told me not only his birthday but also my sister's, aunt's, and paternal grandmother's as well. He also recommended that I take the newest memory enhancer pill in the market called Glutaphos. Hmph. As if I'm *that* senile.
Anyway, on that same day I was having the ill-conceived conversation with him, I was also at a dinner party where this familiar lady kept smiling at me and greeting me. I, being polite and all, would smile and nod vaguely back while trying my hardest to recall her name. Finally, on my taxi ride home, I turned to my companion and said, "I remember her name now. It's Pines."
And at the back of my mind, I had known it was related to a tree.
PS. Who names their offspring after a tree anyways?
Well, aside from Professor Oak of Pokemon that is.