Tuesday, 14 September 2010

I never forget a face but in your case, I'll make an exception

I have a strange memory. I seem to accumulate an infinite number of useless facts, song lyrics, stories, names, faces, I can recall with precision important moments, unimportant moments, chance meetings, first meetings, uneventful afternoons, mixed tapes, quotes, conversations....and yet...I cant remember to pick up my house keys, to buy cat food, to call someone back, math formulas, language rules, which apartment my best friend lives in, to put my watch on after a shower. It's like the useless memory information pushes out the important here and now information.


The biggest memory trigger for me is clothes. I can recall any event by remembering what I was wearing. It sound silly and people never believe me when I tell them but its true. I remember what I wore, I can remember everything. I can usually tell other people what they wore too...its like my brain takes a photo of the event and by bringing it up, everything else comes wooshing back.


I have a habit of loving items of clothing to death, till I am sick of them or they fall apart. I refer to times in life as when I always wore a black v-neck or only road jeans. There was a summer that I always had a Korn hoody round my waist and one that I truly believed my skin tight flares were the height of coolness.

The green top I wore when I kissed my first boyfriend for the first time by the bus station that was under construction. My brothers shirt I borrowed and wore the first time I threw up from drinking too much, in a field with Eoin holding my hair back. The green dressing gown I was wearing when I found out my friend had died, the one I didn't take off for 3 day. The jeans I was wearing the first time my heart broke while I sat on a bus. The coat I was wearing when I looked in the mirror and realised for the first time I was happy with myself. The hat I wore when I dropped my ex at the bus stop and realised I would never see him again. The dress I was wearing when I told someone special how I felt about them on my sofa.

But with this comes a different problem. If something bad happens to me while I am wearing something in particular then, well, that poor item will get resigned to the back of the wardrobe till a time comes around when I can look it in the eye. It's almost as if I blame that item in a way. A dress I couldnt ware for a week because it arrived the same day someone left, an outfit I thought was so cute until I found out "he" was seeing someone else, the skirt my mom brought me as a present but 2 days later I wore it to my grandmothers funeral, and a hundred more things I would love to sit here and list but know no one will ever get through them all.

I wonder if anyone else does this? Do other people find themselves unable to look at certain items of clothing after something bad happens in them?! Maybe I am just strange....


Anonymous said...

You are just so awesome <3

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