The Falling Oak - Learning How to Die
Copyright© 2018 by Darian Wolfe
Chapter 64
Saturday, Nov. 14th,2020
Hello,
It’s time for another update. My memory has been worse. Basically if it’s not written down then it probably doesn’t exist in my universe. Errands, pick-up times, and that sort of thing. People tend to get pissy when you forget them twice in one day. All I can say is “I’m sorry. I’m not doing it on purpose.” It sucks.
I have started a new universe called Warlord. It’s my version of fiddling as Rome burns. I can’t stop this and I’m becoming so aware of the present that I’m starting not to care.
What I mean is the only cognitive success I have is here now, If you ask me about the close past (2 hours ago) or the far past (50 years ago) you run a risk of getting a null program response. If you ask me about a topic in those time periods I can probably have a conversation with you.
examples:
Q.How old were you when x?
I don’t know. (Unless it’s something that left a deep mark. Say, the first time someone put a knife to my throat or that time I made out with a 32 year old woman. I was sixteen)
If the question is object oriented I do better.
Q: “How do you do x? or Was Uncle so and so mean or nice?”
R: “You do x or he was very nice.”
Problem come when someone asks: “Can you do that x in three hours?”
R: “Write it down, or text me, or I will forget this conversation until someone jogs my memory.”
What’s really fun is when I don’t know why I’m in a room. I know where I am. I just don’t remember why. Even better, indecision is becoming more prevalent. I’ll just look at something or do something, Say, cook an egg. I’ll stop dead in my tracks, my left arm pulls up to my shoulder as I look at the egg in confusion until I remember I like black pepper on my eggs. then I go back to normal for me mode and finish cooking.
I was so disgusted earlier today. I had forgotten that I was supposed to take my daughter’s car to the mechanic today after dropping her off at work. On the way to her job, she asked me if I remembered that I was to take it in once I dropped her off. I didn’t remember and we talked a bit then I found the memory of her telling me.
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