It’s really, really weird almost not having a memory…
I’m ‘creeping’ myself, and I’m genuinely surprised and laughing at some of the things I’ve done, and the people I’ve met but forgotten about.
I supposed I should be sad, but I’m also mildly thankful. I get to forget about a lot of the crappy parts of my life, and I get to constantly be reminded of the cool shit I’ve done.
…or I can be depressed that I’m not going to have stories to tell my grandchildren without a reference photo or text.
Luckily, I’m a world-half-full kinda girl.