I’m 48 and remember everything from my life. People, places, incidents conversations even from 44 years ago.

Is that weird? I get the feeling that with most people old memories get pushed out of most people’s heads as new ones come back in?

I know people, first name and last, they’re important to me. You say that name, I can tell you (with the image in my mind) about us meeting 42 years ago and then some, times 10 years after that meeting.

I send flowers to a family whose father passed away, my childhood friends same age as I am and their mother, and they don’t know who I am. The kids (who are my age) are like what? Who is that? Who sent these beautiful flowers. My name was on them. She called the place to agent my number. She has to explain to them, well I don’t know? But could it be? Her son? Because my mother and her got along great. Taking pottery classes and that kind of thing (she mentioned that, just talking to her), they kept some contact after we left for a decade or two. Could it be? That would be a miracle? Which kind of breaks my heart, but at the same time… She didn’t know until recently my mother passed in 2010. I remember asking her, have you talked to them? Her answer was no. I can’t contact them with just this. Hi, how are you, I’m dieing. Kind of thing.

I guess I might see myself as more important than I am. Mind you though, I see them as important too, it’s not just me expecting them to remember magnificent me, because I’m a god. Maybe I just expected the same? It’s one of those things that kind of hurts but I also understand. I’m unusual. Maybe it isn’t normal to remember EVERYTHING about your life. Maybe it’s a fault.