Me, Myself, and My Poor Short-term Memory

2005-02-04 02:27:00 +0000

I feel so bad! Yesterday I was meandering down the hallway in Robert A. Welch Hall, when I heard someone say my name. I looked up and recognized her face, but couldnʼt remember from where. I decided to be honest and avoid beating around any nearby bushes, so I said,

“I feel really bad. I know you, but I donʼt remember your name.”

She told me her name, and even then, I had to think for two seconds before I could place her. This was a girl I saw at most once a week for about a month and a half. It had been at least three months since I had seen her last.

This occurred early in the morning. She said, “You probably didnʼt recognize me because Iʼm wearing glasses and I look like crap.”

Iʼll buy the glasses comment, because they did make her look different. But why do so many girls think that just because itʼs before 11 AM, they are wearing a University hoodie, and lack makeup, that they “look like crap”?

Every girl (and by “every” I mean “every”) that has ever told me that has been dead wrong.