It often amazes me how good my mum's memory is. It's freakishly good. For example, she can remember the exact day she left for London something like 30 years ago. Like it's another child's birthday or something. She even remembers my friends' birthdays, and even then, it was only because I said 'I'm going to so and so's party, his/her birthday's today.' I'm notoriously bad at remembering birthdays, and I apologise, and will continue to apologise for this for the rest of my life. SORRY! I often wonder why her superpower wasn't passed on to me. In fact, I think the opposite effect happened. My mum's memory is so good, that to make up for having 'remembering skills' in excess, whoever decides these things up there decided to shortchange me. I mean I'm pretty thankful that I do have some semblance of short term and long term memory, but I do often wonder where all those things that I used to know in my head went.

Case in point #1: (something I'm pretty sure won't shock many) I'm really horrendously bad at maths. This includes forgetting an embarassing amount of times tables that my dad tried to knock into me so hard when I was at that crucial age when learning maths was compulsory. (I know, when?)

Case in point #2: I've forgotten stuff I learnt in 1st year uni. I can say I've read and been examined on texts like Hero & Leander, Heart of Darkness, and The Red Badge of Courage, and yet, I remember shockingly little from them. I remember liking Hero and Leander too. I guess liking something isn't a prerequisite for remembering its contents. 

Case in point #3: I watched this French film last semester called Human Resources. Comfortingly, I do remember what it's about in pretty good detail, BUT, not very comfortingly, I can't remember the director's name. I mean, I wrote part of a 3000 word, 60% essay on this. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE. The only explanation is that my memory is abnormally bad. My track record for my lousy memory never ceases to disappoint and amaze. After referring to the wonder that is google, my memory has been refreshed. That guy's name is Laurent Cantet.

I'm pretty sure I could move on to Case in point #very large number, but I think I've embarassed myself enough for one night.

I bid you all adieu, until my next moment of self deprecation.