Sian

Sleepless Night

            I had a really bizarre night last night.  For some reason, a guy who I met once, almost two years ago, popped into my mind, and then, I couldn’t get him back out again.  The worst part of it was that I couldn’t remember his name, and it really bugged me that I couldn’t remember his name.  So, I spent a really long time staring at the ceiling, and thinking to myself, “Christian?”  No…  I don’t think so.  “Sven?” Uh-Uhh.  I know it was something trendy and a little European—you know, closer to Christian than Gunther—and that he shortened it to something monosyllabic and also European.

            It got so bad that I finally got up to go look it up in my journal, only to discover that I had never mentioned him by name.

            The details of the day came back to me in Technicolor.  Fascinating, isn’t it, the trivia that gets trapped in the cerebral folds…  The story he told about loosing his AK-47 in the wilds of while he was a Blue Beret…  The employee we bumped into who insisted on giving him a map of the corn maze we were in…  The way both of my roommates managed to get lost within ten minutes leaving me alone with “Team Mailbox” which rapidly dwindled to just me, the Belgian, and one other couple, who all had the same bizarre sense of humor. 

posted by: SianNorah at 19:46 | link | comments (1)

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#1  02 October 2005 - 02:22

 

I too forget the names of the people I meet in the past. Sometimes, I get scared thinking if I am showing early signs of Alzheimers. :-). But I can suggest one simple procedure - if you dont remember anything at the moment, forget it and you can recollect it sometime later.

smdahmed

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