Jenn's Reverie

On my way to work tonight I was listening the the "Quiet Storm." As I usually do. And this really old song came out that I haven't heard in ages! I found myself singing the lyrics, not only to the chorus but the entire song. I start thinking to myself, how the hell do I still know all these words?! I find that I'm good with that. If I've ever known the lyrics to a song, I will always know the lyrics to that song. Whether it's been months or years since I've heard it. I started getting confused and questioning my memory. I mean, I can't freakin' remember what color of underwear I put on in the morning! I meet someone and have to ask them their name a million times before I finally get it. I remember back when I had a brain cell, I remember anybody's and everybody's name. I was and still am good with numbers. I can memorize a number after hearing it only once. Ever since the great invention of cell phones though, I don't ever see anyone's number. I just scroll to the name and hit call. So don't expect me to remember your number k. Or your name at that. Like there's this one person I talk to, and I can't remember his name, and I don't want to tell him that. He say's, "I have a name you know." I just say, "I know." I mean, should I tell him? He's not someone I talk to all the time or have some kind of special relationship with or one at all. Maybe I should just ask. I don't know. Anyway, so maybe having a 6 year old son contributes to the fact that I have a memory loss now. I'm seriously so bad now. It's not my fault when I have something to say, right when I'm gonna say it I forget. I mean, if I call your name, say what the first time. Because if not, chances are when you do acknowledge me, I won't have anything to say. Some of my friends say, "well, it must not have been important then." The sad part is, when I finally remember, it IS something important. Every time too. It never fails. So to my friends that I see and hang out with regularly, it's not that I don't want to remember, it's that I really can't. I promise I love you! For real! Quit yelling at me! If you want me to damn remember, buy me a damn notebook and I'll write it down. But I'll probably forget where I put the notebook. What was I saying? I dunno, until next time. . .

Do you know enough to know the way. . .