The Good Bad Memory

Most people would consider me fairly “blessed” because I have a very good memory (excluding names). What they don’t realize is how blessed I am to have my memory weakening at such an early age. Now I can forget and remember that it’s Friday several times in a day, re-realizing that I get to sleep in tomorrow. I feel like dancing every time. Unfortunately, I am white, so I have to settle for a few seconds of awkward seizure-like twitching. Luckily, I don’t remember how terrible my dancing is just seconds later. Now, what was I posting about…?


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