I never forget a face, but for you, I‘ll make an exception.
You look familiar. Have you visited my site before?
I’ve got a word all picked out for the letter H. It’s……. Uh…. around here somewhere. Now where did I put it??!
Ah yes, I wanted to tell you about
noun: Impaired memory.
Abnormally poor memory of the past. As compared to hypermnesia and amnesia. From hypo- + the Greek mneme, memory.
Excessive deposits of copper in the brain may cause neurological disorders such as Parkinson-like symptoms, including bradykinesia, tremor and dystonia, or neuropsychiatric symptoms, such as hypomnesia, dysgnosia, and personality abnormalities.
This is the ‘Learning Disorder’ that I’ve been fighting all my life, complete with essential tremor and lack of social connection. I can forget someone’s name, while I’m still shaking hands with him. It’s why I did not go far in school. I’m not stupid, far from it. I can understand complex concepts, but I just couldn’t remember them for exams.
I envy people like my son. I have an extra 25 years of experience, but our heads are both stuffed with about the same amount of trivia. Where he can recall an esoteric fact at the drop of a pun, I’m like Rain Man, from the movie. Three days too late it’s, “Qantas! Definitely Qantas!”
While good, he does not have my opposite, hypermnesia. Some people mistakenly call that ‘Photographic Memory.’ That term only applies to things which are seen, like text, or pictures. Eidetic Memory is a better name. That includes sounds, physical and emotional feelings, aromas, and tastes.
It’s too late in my life to be successful, even with their help, but I adore the advent of computers. I often use mine to be my memory for me – if I can just recall where I cached my list of passwords. Even with their assistance, I will never have Total Recall, like the movie title. I prefer We Can Remember It For You Wholesale, the title of Philip K. Dick’s book, that the 2 movies were named from.
I recently ran into a man I worked with for 15 years, up till 15 years ago. Use It Or Lose It! We chatted for ten minutes about the bad old days. I knew that he was from Uganda, 30 miles north of the equator, but it wasn‘t till after he’d walked away, that I finally remembered his name – so good they named him twice – Karim Karim.
Thoughts, memories, ideas, blog themes – as fleeting and ephemeral as mayflies, or moths around a porch light, I have learned to jot them down, or enter them into an electronic file WHEN they happen – or I lose them.
I’m sure that there were a couple, or several, other points that I wished to add to this post. They are gone like dew on the grass on a sunny morning. I forgot them. Please, don’t you forget to stop by again in a couple of days. When I do finally remember to compose something, it is often interesting and informative enough to be worth reading.