Lately, I have realized something kind-of weird about myself. I have a very selective memory.
I pretty much only remember foods I’ve eaten.
That’s right. I couldn’t tell you who the 4 female leads in Sex In The City are (even though I just saw the movie 2 days ago), but I can remember a salad I ate at a restaurant in Washington D.C. in February of last year. (It was a beef fajita salad. Yummy.)
It’s a peculiar personality trait, I would agree. But I can’t help it.
Do you remember what you ate last Sunday night for dinner? Yeah, neither do I—but I bet I can figure it out. Let’s see, last Sunday I went clothes shopping in the afternoon, and when I came home…I ate a turkey sandwich from 7 Eleven, and carrot & celery sticks with ranch dressing.
Yeah, I know. I’m weird.