My memory fails me with ever-increasing frequency. I find myself on far too many occasions trying to pull a word from my memory banks and being unable to come up with it. Me being me, I've dubbed the phenomenon "Sterno."
"Why 'Sterno'?" you ask.
Because I was trying to come up with that word in conversation and couldn't get it for a couple of minutes. Then, finally, "Sterno" triumphantly rolled off my tongue. Sterno! Sterno!
[No, it doesn't really matter why I was talking about Sterno. It's just enough to know that I was. Point of fact is I don't remember in what context I needed that word. Sterno.]
One of the research projects I am juggling involves talking with certain types of people about their sexual behavior. I can't say any more than that. Perhaps I've said too much just by acknowledging what the general subject matter of the study is.
I know with absolute certainty that the information I glean is of such a nature that I would like to forget all of it when the study is done. As my friend suggested, it would be nice if someone would use the Neuralizer on me at the conclusion. Because if ever I'd want my memory banks erased, it's going to be after I'm done with this study.
I just have this feeling that, instead, I'll be left with those memories while I forget things like, you know, Sterno.
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