...what...huh?

When I'm old I hope I'll remember that when I was young, say in my twenties and thirties, I used to forget things all the time.

For example, I head to the bedroom from the living room and on the way over I forget why I'm going there. Or, I can never find my keys or my metro card. Or, I can't remember why I went to the store, for what...what do I need...what do I need? I buy stuff, go home, and realize that the reason I really went to the store was to pick up toilet paper, the one thing I didn't get.

Or today, I was craving a Sprite Zero (they're good) and headed to the deli. I picked up the Sprite, paid for it, went home and... where's my Sprite? It was nowhere to be found. Went back to the deli - and there it was, still on the counter.

This is what I shall remember when I'm old: poor memory is nothing new. Just how it's always been. (Have I written about this before...?)