Privacy

I was just reading a blog that B. recommended to me. This young lady was lamenting her loss of memories. I just had to comment. As a person with no memory, who has a father with beyond-elephant memory, I wanted to share my experience. I can't say anything without my father having a story about a time he did exactly the same thing. In detail. Excruciating detail. And then I get, "Don't you remember?" Well, no, dad, I was 6. I don't remember large parts of my childhood. Honestly, I consider that a blessing. A little gift from God, if you will. If I remembered everything about growing up, I wouldn't be bitter and funny, I'd be bitter and...I'd be my father. So I'll take the lack of memory.

(Oh, the privacy thing was that when I commented, I had to leave my email and it became publicly available. That's weird for me to do.)