Memory Loss

" 'I have done that,' says my memory. 'I cannot have done that' -- says my pride, and remains adamant. At last -- memory yields " ~Nietzsche

" The past is malleable and flexible, changing as our recollection interprets and re-explains what has happened. " ~Peter Berger

There are a great many people in the world with a great many things that they'd like to forget. I myself have never been a person of such acclaim. Memories help to mold us and create the person we so choose to be. The things we choose to remember and the things we choose to forget show the type of person we want to portray to our peers. With that said:

As many of you know my the past month of my life is a blur. Few things have been committed to memory and have been able to stick. Where has the time gone? What did I spend it doing? Why can I not remember? Can anyone fill me in on my life?

There is one thing that is forcibly committed to memory. My birthday - more so - something in particular about it. First let me start by saying that last year I took the time from my busy schedule to hunt down the perfect cards for birthdays and Christmas and what not. Now you can call me petty or childish but then reflect upon yourself and tell yourself that it wouldn't bother you when it seems as if everyone forgot your birthday or just didn't take the time to call, write, or anything. I received in the mail a total of 3 cards (thank you Allison, Ashley and Kacy). This just let's me know where I stand with people. Hurts.

That's all I have, it's the only thing that stands out. I felt the need to share it.