Scraps of Paper 

Just a random thought from one of my random little scraps of paper. My memory sucks. Seriously. I can be introduced to someone, and literally turn my head and have forgotten their name. It's embarrassing. What I try to do now is repeat their name several times. If I meet you for the first time, you may hear me talking to you in the third person while you're right there. It could be worse. I could be like the Jimmy episode in Seinfeld where I refer to myself in the third person.

One of the other consequences of my shitty memory is my reliance on scrap paper. I have little pads of paper everywhere. I'm constantly writing on them at work. What's really funny is how little I actually read those scraps of paper. At one point in time I had actually convinced myself that I didn't really need them, seeing as how I hardly read what I wrote. One day I decided to put all my little scratch pads in a drawer, and then I proceeded to forget all sorts of stuff.

That's when it hit me. I don't need to write things down in order to read them back. The very act of writing things down allows me to remember them. Now the only thing I have to do is remember to throw away those scraps of paper before they build up. I better write myself a note.