Slow | Doctors at Play

I have a pretty bad memory. I've learned that people with bad memories benefit from surrounding themselves with lots of people. Friends and family and random acquaintances serve as reservoirs for memories of my life events that I can only poorly recall. Also, talking to people you haven't interacted with in a while opens up a time capsule that preserved your last interaction with them. For example, a cousin recently asked me about a drawing I was working on over a year ago. A friend helped me remember thoughts of another friend who passed away. Relatives in Taiwan informed me of how much I used to cry as a child. Apparently, I would cry while eating or sitting on the potty. Good memories.

It's like other people are helping me piece events of my life together every time we reminisce. I think everyone I've ever met should just get together to write a biography about me so I can read it and find out what I've been up to for the last 23 years... because I have no idea.