Call me kooky

Really I do. If I every become an international spy this will infuriate and annoy the evil villian to no end.

“Tell me the launch codes for the nuclear missles!”

“Uh….. Let me think…..er….<spits out some numbers>.”

“NO! THAT’S WRONG!”

“Shit, was that my bank account or my phone number?”

For the record, don’t give the evil villain your accounnt numbers.

Strangly enough I can remember a lot of odd things about my life, but not when I want to. Sometimes at night my thoughts will wonder and suddenly I’ll remember some wacked out event from early on. Scout camp, day camp, playing poker with the guys in middle school. It’s all random and does the weird flowy bit.

I’ve learned, much like my dreams, to just let it go. I could get into the illusion of control and all that but I won’t. As with the dreams I imagine there’s a point to what I’m remembering, some deeper meaning. Maybe it’s my subconcious trying to connect to something. I’ve always felt a little lost since I don’t remember the past very well. Yet, I can recall all sorts of information off the top of my head at odd times. I don’t remember how I know these things which is terribly frustrating.

It would be innteresting to “uncork” my memory and review everything. What would I learn about myself? What embaressing tidbits have I locked away? What have I blithly ignored?

Probably won’t ever find out.

Call me kooky (who are you again?),
Phosphers