I Write to Remember and Then I Forget
I think that I write too much. Case in point, I was recently walking into the building where my friend, Barbie works. I was probably about fifty feet from her office I heard her distinctive laugh. It’s a great laugh and one that make you feel good if she is laughing as something that you may have said that was witty, but not a laugh you want to hear if she just caught you in an embarrassing situation.
She was laughing so I popped into her office to see what was tickling her funny bone, and I was honored to see that she was reading my blog. She quoted the line that I had written, and I frankly didn’t remember writing that line. I asked if she was reading what I had written or if she was reading a comment left by someone. The line just didn’t seem familiar to me at all, and it was a good line. I couldn’t recall the context in which I had written it.
She invited me to look over her shoulder, and there it was; something I had written and quickly forgotten. I was pretty embarrassed to find her laughter from my words turning into laughter over me being a dumb ass for forgetting my own words.