The Good Things About Short-term Memory Loss

On the whole,
I think I've been approaching my medical diagnosis
of
encephalopathy, aka Memory Loss
all wrong.

Sure I stumble around for words of common everyday objects,
and embarrasing, but true,
cuss words have shot out of my mouth that shock my own ears,
as those inner censors have frayed edges and not sealed-tight lids
as they used to--
which sorta freaks me out on one hand
and almost always cracks me up when it happens.
Total brain fart, as my kids call it.
I forget where I'm heading when I pull out of the driveway
once in awhile,
and that is wildly frustrating
when I have to find a place to turn the car around
and head in the opposite direction;
but there are some bonuses to this whole deal too.

So here I go,
in no particular order:

I don't stay mad at someone very long.
Mr. Wonderful has become more wonderful
because I forget the stupid stuff he does alot quicker these days.
In fact,
the whole family benefits at times when memory is an issue--
sometimes I can't remember if I've told a certain kid
to do a certain thing,
and they use the "You never asked me to..." phrase.
Likewise,
when they're late they say, "I did call! And you said okay."
So they're making out okay on this sometimes.

Other things:
I can watch re-runs on TV and enjoy them.
Since I can't remember what my favorite foods are,
I like everything.
I never run out of cute things to wear.
The Boofus can wear the same hoodie sweatshirt several days in a row,
without hearing me say,
"hey, wear something different." or "is that clean?"
I meet new people all the time...nevermind that I've known them for years,
their names sometimes escape me.
Okay, that's really annoying, truthfully.
I feel like an idiot when that happens.

Okay back to my list:
Bad days are usually forgotten,
just as the good ones, unfortunately,
giving the term,
"throwing the baby out with the bath water"
a whole new meaning to me.
But on the sunny side,
who likes to remember bad days, anyway?

I forget whose my friend and whose not really,
if you know what I mean?
I greet everyone the same.
Even those who are much smarter than me,
more successful than I am,
etc.
In my mind, we're all the same;
'cept for the skinny ones,
I am pretty sure I never liked them
in the first place.
Which is how it should be anyway, right?
Social barriers are all in our minds to start with,
and memory loss doesn't hold onto social crap like that.

To clarify,
I know rotten people are still rotten,
and I remember who Hitler was and evil people like him,
but in my reality,
I don't know alot of folks who remind me of Hitler--
so I don't have to keep track of that.

Carrying on...
I can't remember three days' back,
so I'm more optimistic about today.
Sure I was up until 2am this morning,
tapping away like a madwoman insomniac,
and I've had just 5 hours of sleep,
but if I don't dwell on it,
I'll forget about it altogether and get on with my day.
This, from a woman who knows she needs 9 hours of sleep
to feel great.
But meh, I'm okay and have things to do.
Like clean for a Bridal Shower I'm hosting tomorrow night.
Is it ridiculous to clean your fridge for a party?
I don't wanna be judged by smeared butter,
shriveled carrots,
opened but uneaten yogurt cups,
two tablespoons of corn in a quart tupperware bowl,
and hard tortillas
inside my fridge.
If I'm going to be judged,
let me be judged by where I've come from
to get where I am today.
Not the state of my messy fridge and pantry
that has 421 half-eaten bags of chips in it, alright?

But here's the caveat,
even if I am judged by the contents of my appliances
and kitchen cupboards,
I'll forget all about it by the weekend.

I'm thinking of a new life motto...
Lance Armstrong has LIVE STRONG,
Colonel Sanders has WE DO CHICKEN RIGHT
and mine,
well mine could be
EMBRACE THE CRAZY!
Whaddya think?