Although my incredibly mild, clinically undiagnosable, and relatively insignificant memory deficiency doesn't quite match up to the anterograde amnesia our protagonist Leonard Shelby from Memento has (maybe my "condition" will end up in DSM-6 or something anyway), it's certainly been annoying in everyday life. I rely on sticky notes of different colors, different sizes, and different shapes to keep track of what I tend to forget. One stack of sticky note pads lies directly on my desk, another sits in my desk drawer, and another lives in the Notes apps that I've learned to love. There's one major problem though: I'm not always sure what my half-asleep brain means when it scribbles a couple of illegible lines or how ungrammatical fragments are supposed to be translated into coherent ideas. It's what I call the lost-and-found problem. When I was nine (or somewhere around there - again, my memory's not the best), I forgot my swim bag at practice, m...
a couple thoughts about life