I have a crap memory when it comes to autobiographical things. I've had several people ask me "Remember when we..." and I usually say "Nope". It sucks, really. I want to remember - I just don't. Sometimes I can if I get a good amount of context and try hard.
At the risk of sounding pitiful I'm sure it's related to having a crappy childhood and avoiding memories during some important neurological-formative years. I talked to my counselor about it and he recommended keeping a daily diary of things to help me keep track. I thought it was good advice. I've been meaning to get started for a while but forgot. HA! My friend Marjanna reminded me of it today.
In general I've been avoiding blogging because of the pressure to say things that are interesting or funny or worth book deals etc... BUT since this IS a great medium for diary keeping and as I promised myself to stop being so neurotic about journaling (aka: compulsive need to have all days in order in the same book) I'm going to take a stab at getting this going.
Be warned if you read this it could get really boring and is really just a memory exercise. Although it might be just the voyeuristic insight into my daily life you've always wanted... weirdo.
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