My housemate and I were flipping through our senior yearbook tonight (instead of getting ready for bed), looking for the last name of a certain girl who’d come up in conversation.
I was amazed at how few people she seemed to remember (or even to know in the first place) – I felt as though I had specific memories of each and every girl whose picture we crossed, all 200 of them (including myself, that is).
Maybe I really do just remember more than the average person…, and maybe I take note of more in the first place…
Post-a-day 2018
