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My Undeletable Junk Memory
I am starting to forget things these days — basic things. And I’m low-key worried. Is this something I should worry about or is it merely a right of passage in man’s journey from womb to tomb? Maybe memory loss is arriving earlier than scheduled or does this come with the adulting territory?
These days, I find myself hurrying upstairs to get something only to stop in my tracks, not knowing why I was hurrying there in the first place. If that doesn’t sound bad enough, I got a call this morning where a guy who introduced himself as Lesley said we’d spoken about one of my projects and we’d agreed to meet. Over my life, I had no clue who he was, when we spoke, and what we said …
Well until I ‘remembered’.
Now to the Weird Part
You’d think that this advancing tyranny of memory loss would be even spread across my memory palette. Unfortunately, it is not. There seems to be a compartment in my brain filled with the trash of yesteryears and I’ve struggled to forget this cache of irrelevant memories. I often imagine that my brain works exactly like computer hard drives do, and the part of that machine that deals with recurrent daily-use memories sorta loses RAM capacity over time. I imagine that the core hard disk space, which holds longer-term memory can be cleaned out from time to time to make space for useful…
