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THE ELEPHANT CURSE! Part 3: When You Don't Remember

Probably one of the legit greatest fears I have is forgetting something important about somebody I care about.

I have two friends whose birthdays I can never get right.

Jessica's birthday party was on the 15th once, but her birthday is really on the 13th, and forever and always I can't remember which one is which when that time of year comes around... which is the party date, which is the birthday-date?
And Lacy's birthday is in the 20 somethings of November, but who knows which of those 20 somethings it is until I ask her, year after year after year.

It stings to be forgotten, I know well.
So it kills me when I forget, especially when I start to get too reliant on my elephant.

One time I was cracking up at the song "Taylor the Latte Boy" while I walked home from class, and asked my ol' roommate Rachelle if she had ever heard it before. She looked at me wide eyed, and it took her reminding me to remember that we had goofily sung that song together dozens of times in high school. How could I forget that?

The season of January to May 2015 is foggy to me. The stress of taking 17 credits while working 16 hours a week while also planning my wedding and getting less than 6 hours of sleep most nights took a toll on my mind. Besides the big events and what I could manage to scratch down in my journal, I can't remember a lot of that time period for all the stress I underwent. How sad...

I saw a young woman named Joan* once at a Dual Language Immersion conference. Apparently she was in my same apartment complex my Sophomore year of college. She told me how we played guitar together on Sunday nights. She knows German and taught me a few words. I could not remember her for the life of me and it was one of the scariest moments psychologically I have ever had! Did I have selective Amnesia or something like they talk about in While You Were Sleeping?  HOW COULD I FORGET SOMEBODY ALTOGETHER!?!?!?!

The elephant curse makes me fear at forgetting something important about somebody. Especially somebody I care about.

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