Been there, done that and am doing it again, right now. Or have I?
You can call it déjà vu if you’d like, I call it old age. I call it, CSR. (Can’t Remember Shit) Using all my available brain cells, both of them, I think back and try to recall when or how or with whom I may have done this or that before, nothing. I mean, nothing comes to the forefront of my mind where I might access it.
Oh, I can access all sorts of useless crap that I’ll never need to know again. Things I never want to relive come running out of all the creases where memories hide or get lost. Faces I want to recall and names that match those faces, slim to elzero chance of regurgitating that info. The history test my friend copied in 11th grade? Oh, yeah, I remember that clearly. I remember being scared witless that we would be caught and probably expelled or shot or whatever happens to cheaters, who never win, by the way. But no one caught us and I then understood that my history teacher was NOT actually reading the answers, just looking at his cheat sheet and marking something on the tests.
Did I just digress? It would appear so, though I so often do that when I’m trying to remember something that I can’t’ be sure. Oh, déjà vu! That has happened a gazilliontrillion times, so it must be déjà vu or again, just getting old and forgetting.
Useless crap that I recall:
My first phone number as an adult…266-? Ummm well….okay, not that.
My address in 1970...
My parents phone number before I moved out and they moved away…they really didn’t want me to move home again….271-8328. circa 1971, I think.
My first EVER friend...(not related) Barbara Niener
My first friend when we moved to Gaines…Marlene Weber (Brown, now)
Every car I have ever owned. 3 Corvairs (red, white and brown), Chevelle (blue), Ford Wagon (pea green), Pontiac Ventura (red), Monza (yellow), Vw (red), Lincoln Continental (darkest blue), Olds 98 (darkest green), Buick LeSabre (Old lady beige), Dodge Laser (white), Buick LeSabre (maroon), Cutlass Convertible (white), Baretta (marine blue), Conversion Van, GMC (two tone tan), Olds Silhouette Van (silver).
There are lots of other useless things in there, no one will ever ask, nor care if I volunteer, as is evidenced right here, to know, yet I am using valuable and needed brain storage space with this crap. Okay, Marlene is not crap, not at all, but she knows she was my first friend in Gaines and neither of us has ever been asked that question, I’m sure.
What were we talking about? Oh…I looked ^^^^up there…déjà vu . Yes, I don’t know if I have experienced that or not really.
A few times in my life I have felt like possibly something about a place or a person is much too familiar to be new to me. I have believed it could have been a faint memory from a previous life or just a moment in time that I may be reliving for some reason, but yeah, no, for me, it’s always turned out to be just someone or someplace that I forgot that I really did know or have actually been...and it was lost in one of those creases. Yeah, I’m not so much an expert on déjà vu.
Yeah, I’m not so much an expert on déjà vu…
OH EM GEE! I think I just experienced déjà vu! No for reals! I did, I thought I had already typed “Yeah, I’m not so much an expert on déjà vu and why would I do that any other time, since I’ve never done anything on déjà vu before. EVER. I don’t think,
That’s me, reliving my life one day at a time, because I have no idea what happened yesterday, but I do know what I was driving!.