Forgetfool.

Forgetful Mr Foo.

I remember reading that story back in primary school.

Strange that i remember things like that, but not many other things.

Then again, i have selective memory capabilities.

Like, if something bad (or good even...sumtimes =/) happens, my mind instantly wraps the memory up nice and secure, puts it carefully into a box, locks it, and places it in one of the deep recesses of my brain where it is unlikely I'll find it unless I'm dying and I need that memory to save my life.

The next time someone asks me about it, i'll only vaguely remember the gist of the memory, but i wont remember the minute details of it.

I'm sorely tempted to say 'Tough luck buddy' but thats a bit mean. =/

sometimes i think i have the memory of a goldfish lol. of cuz, those memories that cling on with their claws for dear life on the heart are better wrenched away and kept away far beyond our reach.

At least I dont hurt as long even though slivers of such strong feelings will always linger around no matter how long time has passed.

So. The big question is, is this a good or bad thing?

You tell me.