Memories are funny.

I used to have such a remarkable memory that everyone came to me to verify events and conversations that occurred, and I was able to memorize whole pages of my high school textbooks the day before the exam. But not now. Now my memory sucks.

Goodbye photographic memory, goodbye to large chunks of my life.

Even still, there’s a lot left that I do remember in detail, sometimes more than I’d like. I am especially good with remembering feelings and impressions of people. That hasn’t left. So each event, and every word that has ever been spoken to me sits in my chest like it happened yesterday.

There are pros and cons to that.

The con being that most of my major traumas are still fresh, and recollecting them is like slicing open a valve with old blood in it. Also, I can sometimes sit there a lot, in old pain, which isn’t healthy. There is no such thing as forgive and forget. I will forgive, but I will never forget.

The pros are self-evident. I cannot be fooled by anyone. I have my trusty brain for backup. And I always always know what was and wasn’t said, which is good protection against insanity when in the presence of manipulative types.