16 Going on 80

I think I have premature Alzheimer's.

Seriously. I can never remember anything.

I've taken to writing lists, not because I like lists, but because otherwise I forget all but three of the things that were supposed to be on the list.

And then I try and make a mental list, so I can store all of the things that need to be on that list in my mind until I get home and can furiously scribble them down before they all go on vacay, but it doesn't work.

I end up remembering two, forgetting one, remembering two more, forgetting another one...

Needless to say, my lists don't generally grow very quickly.

I've been using a journal that my wonderful mother gave me for Christmas as a journal / extra memory bank. I literally write down every sort of list that I can think of, such as movies that I need to get, blog entries that I should do sometime in the future, books to read, and -- wait, I forgot the other ones. See what I mean?

As much as I want to carry it around with me so that I can write down all of my trains of thoughts before they depart for distant destinations, but I feel that doing so would broadcast my forgetfulness in a way that would not exactly be beneficial to me.

So instead, I will allow my memory to age three times as fast as my body until I can't even remember my own name by the age of thirty.

The funny thing is, I'm still great at memorizing things. And doesn't memory have to do with memorizing? I always thought so, since, you know, the first five letters are the same and all.

I can remember all of the lines from all of the shows that I'm in at one time, and if you so much as say the word "clam-bake" I will break out into Carousel. Pay no mind to the fact that it's been six years since I did that show.

But alas, I would rather not try to figure out why I'm such a forgetful little monster, I will just go on making lists until the end of my happily forgetful days.

Or at least until I forget where I put my notebook.