I have a horrible habit of deciding to do something, and forgetting about it five seconds later. When I lived in Whitehall, a slip like that usually elicited a joking “Pothead!” from friends and family members. However, this is not something that developed with my substance abuse. Even in elementary school, I was good at memorizing things (speeches, a part in a play, etc.) until I had to use them, and then they were gone. And with that was the constant forgetfulness.

Eh, I guess forgetfulness isn’t the right word. A better description would be “sidetracked”. Once I’m sidetracked, what I was planning on doing is gone until I think of it again in passing. Read more…