For Five Minute Friday!
I have a very, very good memory. I wouldn’t say it’s perfect or doesn’t have a few holes, but I remember a great many things that most people forget.
In some ways, it’s good. I remember birthdays and anniversaries. I remember little things about people like who their favorite band is or what their favorite movie is. I remember something they said off-hand in the restroom fifteen years ago. I remember a particular kindness they showed me. I remember where the place they worked at ten years ago was located (and they live in Atlanta). I remember middle names. I remember minute details that most people forget in less than a heartbeat.
In other ways, it’s bad. I remember birthdays and anniversaries and then forget to do anything about them. I remember favorite bands and colors, but then can’t remember someone’s name. I remember and hold on to times that someone was unkind to me. I think most of all, though, I remember things, and others don’t which gives me a feeling that I held on to the memory and found value in it while they did not.
It can be a little embarrassing at times.
But still….sometimes my remembering something brings a smile to someone’s face, and at those times I’m thankful that I remembered.