I bet you know somebody like this. You can pick them out the first time you meet them. They’re that person who can remember the good and the bad of each and every event that has happened in their life.
They’re that friend who always remembers and retells that story (over and over) about that one time you all went to that one party and you met that one guy who said that one thing and made you all laugh really, really, really hard and it made that one girl pee her pants.
You remember don’t you?
No I don’t. And I’m okay with that.
The older I get, I’m beginning to believe that in some ways, having a terrible long-term memory makes me a lucky person.