forgettery
[fer-get-uh-ree]
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Charlie yawned one last time while he poured milk into a
bowl filled with weirdly yellow flakes and placed a spoon into the mix. He brought it to the table and dug in. The food was nearly tasteless, but he had
been assured it was good for him. If it
was not for that, he would much rather have been eating cereal with actual
flavor in it. He mused over the merits
of adding some kind of berry to the flavorless variety, but that meant he would
need to buy the fruit. He would have
just added a spoonful or two of sugar, but that would be counter-productive,
considering the reasons for eating the bland breakfast in the first place.
“Good
morning.” Said a far too chipper voice behind him.
Charlie
glanced over his shoulder at his girlfriend, Nichole. He marveled at her ability to wake up and not
be a zombie. He had only managed to put
cereal to bowl after downing a large cup of coffee, the evidence of which lay
in the kitchen sink. The only reason he
did not require two was because the type of coffee he drank he enough caffeine
in each cup to wake an elephant.
Nichole
went to fix her own breakfast, sans resurrection strength coffee. Charlie watched her begin her morning routine
and sighed.
“Morning.”
He replied. “Hey, babe, are you maybe
forgetting something?”
She
paused, cereal box poised over bowl. She
considered his words. She looked at him
with a worried expression.
“I…I
don’t know. Am I?”
Charlie
pointed. Nichole followed his finger and
her eyes opened wide. She made a mad dash
to the bedroom to put on her pants. She
came out a few minutes later fully dressed and beat red.
“Thanks.”
She said.
“No
problem. Of course, I personally don’t
mind the view, but pants are generally a good idea for everyday life.”
“Don’t
make fun. You know I can’t help
forgetting things.” She said through adorably pouted lips.
“I
know, and I’m sorry. You know I mean it
in the best way possible.”
Nichole
muttered a half hearted acknowledgement of his words and sat at the table. She looked in front of her seat at the
distinct lack of breakfast. She turned
her gaze to Charlie, who pointed at the still waiting bowl on the counter. She got up and started preparing her
breakfast.
“Hey,
you’re getting better.” Charlie said. “Yesterday
you forgot what cereal was.”
“Don’t
make fun of me.” Nichole said bitterly. “It
doesn’t block all my memories you know.
I can remember some things.”
Charlie
was not sure if he should mention that he was being serious. He opted against it. As it was, the small piece of something that
had embedded itself in Nichole’s brain did seem to be having a reduced effect
on her memory. He just hoped she might
one day have her old memory back. He
dreaded a repeat of the three days when she had forgotten who he was. Now it seemed she only forgot small,
day-to-day things, instead of the big stuff she used to forget. Just the fact that he could hold a
conversation of reasonable length with her now was reassuring.
“My
bad.” He said.
“That’s
right, you are.” She said proudly as she returned to the table, completed bowl
of cereal in hand. “Am I really getting
better though? Be honest.” She asked a
few seconds later.
“Yeah,
you are. A little bit every day.”
************************You know, everyone thinks that a perfect memory would be great, but it's probably not all it's cracked up to be. Think about it. You wouldn't just remember all the good stuff, you'd remember all the bad stuff too. Every time you trip and fall, every time you screw something up. Everything. Yeah, it's probably a good thing we all forget stuff.
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