Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Selective Memory

I must have a selective memory.

I admit it. It might be OK if my memory was rose tinted. I might be so much happier if all I remembered were the good times.

Today a friend of mine told me that I kissed her.

I have no recollection of this kissing.

It seems to me when a pretty girl kisses you, you should remember this. Really the memory should be kept locked up and looked at once in a while when no one is looking. Like your treasure. Not a treasure like plastic Mardi Gras beads where you can drape yourself in them and parade around saying look at me, I’ve got treasure. You can’t have any of my treasure. A treasure like everyone is asleep and you drag it out from underneath your bed and you look it by the light of the moon, or maybe just the streetlight that is shining in your window.

Maybe I have convinced myself that it never happened to keep my mind uncluttered. *Cough* *cough* *Bullshit* *cough*

Well it does give me pause to wonder. What else have I forgotten?

I think this may be evidence that I am a jerk.

Well if I kissed you and forgot about it. I apologize. It won’t happen again.

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