Reading Cristina's blog inspired me to write one myself.
It made me think about my memory, and how I'm able to remember random stuff. It's funny, because it's one thing I actually really like about myself. I have this cedar chest with a bunch of old memorabilia for times when I'm feeling nostalgic. Yearbooks, pictures, newspaper articles, letters, etc. The real reason I keep that stuff though, is because one of my greatest fears is losing my memory. I can't stand the idea of not knowing family and/or friends as I get older. I want to remember who people are, and why I love them so much. So I frequently open up my cedar chest to study everything - that way it stays fresh in my mind. You think I remember stuff because I have a good memory. I remember things because I practice. I study my memories more than I ever studied anything in school. I want to remember the fun I had, not what year Jane Addams founded Hull House. Wait, was Jane Addams even the founder of Hull House? I have no idea. And I don't care.
So you think I kept all those stupid notes we passed because I'm sentimental. Well, sort of. It's more because they're funny as hell and I don't want to forget them. Maglites. Candygram.
And I've noticed that the more I want to get to know someone, or the more I like them, the more I will remember things about them. I think that's normal, but I take it to the extreme. I mean, does it really matter if I know that Cristina's ex drove a teal ford ranger? Or that the cat at First Step is named Truman? (Interesting to note that I can't remember the name of Cristina's coworker that worked with her there, although I can picture her...)
And for NY Mandy - here are some of my random memories that involve you...
- before going to the Giants game - I met you and Cris at your parents house. Your mom loves hedgehogs.
- you have some amazing artistic abilities, and I wanted to commission you to draw a portrait, but it never worked out
- you went to school with Rachel, and disliked her almost as much as Cristina does
- we share the first of the month tradition (although mine differs slightly)
- whenever I see a copy of the Bunny Suicides, I think of you (although I'm not quite sure why, I recall you gave a copy to Cristina, but I don't know the significance)
- you have a shopping fetish (or addiction, whichever way you prefer to describe it)
Okay - I'm done. I think when I get home, I'm going to go through my cedar chest...
