Forgetting Not to Remember

My mother once told me that “forgetting will be the death of me". I remember wondering how someone could die from forgetfulness but I knew if it could happen to anyone it would probably be me. I thought that maybe one day I’d forget I was walking across the street and get hit by a truck. SMACK!

I guess a woman could forget to take her life-saving medication or forget to pay her pimp his fair share. (Thank God I’m not on medication!)

My mind is very kind. If I put my mind to it, I can immediately forget anything I don’t want to remember. It’s a skill that has a sad history worth forgetting about and that’s why I say ‘my mind is kind’.

The only problem with this skill is that it often backfires on me. Most of the time, I find myself remembering that I’d forgotten something I didn’t want to forget (or shouldn’t have). This whole deal of getting an education is just my big way of saying, “Grace, for crap-sake, it’s time to start remembering!”

So, I’ve started to remember all the forget-worthy things they tell me not to forget… they tell me it's worth remembering so I don’t repeat history. But sometimes I wonder if I’d rather repeat history one day than remember it every day.

I’ve decided that forgetting will not be the death of me… remembering will.