In 2020 I’m answering a list of 52 journal questions. Read about it here.
Something you want to remember.
I have a really good memory for things, so rather than things I want to remember, I have things I wish I could forget. I’m not talking about the big things, the things that help shape who you are. Those I understand I need to remember, because they have made me who I am.
The problem with a good memory is that all the little wrongs I have done, the uncomfortable moments, can’t be forgotten.
I’m talking about the time I thought the man in the wheelchair was waving me through the zebra crossing, and as I drove through, he started across and I realised, too late, he was trying to wave thanks for stopping (about 17 years ago).
Like when I stared at a girl on the beach because she had an enlarged throat/cheek (I assume now she had some sort of tumour). I would have been about 8 years old.
Or the time when I was about 5 or 6 years old, grade 1 at school, and I told a boy in my class his lunch was weird because he had a cold toasted sandwich.
These things haven’t shaped me, or impacted my life, but they haunt me. And there are many more.
I wish I could forget.