Memory is such a strange thing… I can remember strange facts from years ago… I can remember number plates and phone numbers… I know the first wifi password I ever had… but ask me where I put my keys 5 minutes ago and I don’t have a clue…
I often attend meetings and people have a notepad out, frantically scribbling down notes… or have their laptop open tapping away. And I’m sat there, just listening… often quietly… considering the conversation.
It gets to the end of the meeting and we have one of those… meetings about a meeting… you know the type. Frustrating… but people seem to like them. People are strange… but that’s for another topic…
Anyway, in those meetings about meetings… I can then list out every key point, what I thought about it… whether I thought they were talking nonsense, or made it up… everything. It sticks… like glue… random stuff that to be honest I didn’t really even need to remember, stuck… probably for months… maybe for longer.
All those stick really well… but birthdays…? Not a clue when they are…