I Am A Veteran

forgetfulI have a poor memory for details, which is a polite way of saying I am both unobservant and forgetful. My wife recalls things I rarely do, or never noticed in the first place. This frustrates her. We often have conversations she begins by saying, “Remember when…” but, or course, I don’t, so they end with, “It’s a wonder you find your way home at the end of the day.”

Perhaps this should be troubling to me, or it could be my most valuable trait. I am largely immune to stress and anxiety, and maybe it is because I forget my troubles along with everything else. I should get a shirt made with a big smile on it that says, “I have the memory of a goldfish.”

I tell her to look on the bright side. When my memory completely fades, after relying on her for a life time, I will believe whatever she tells me. I regret pointing this out almost immediately. She looked at me incredulously today when I failed to remember an event less than a week old. She raised her voice like she was speaking to an old man with failing hearing and said, “You were in the war!”

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3 Responses to “I Am A Veteran”

  1. Dirk Britton says:

    We had the waiter pick us a bottle of wine at dinner. When it arrived Michelle recognized it immediately as a bottle she drank once about seven years ago with a friend. I am starting to suspect she may be a cyborg from the future.

  2. albert says:

    Ha! We share a common problem. Mine (the wife) does the same. “Remember when…”. The father of a guy I worked with had alzymers. One day the son was talking with him and his father said “I don’t mind forgetting people, because then every day I get to meet new people.” An aunt of mine, who also has alzymers, loves it. Every joke she hears is as funny as the last time it was said. My point being, it’s good to let go of the past sometimes. The wine probably tasted like nothing you had ever had before and yet may have been familiar.

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