I don’t think there’s much doubt about it.
The old memory is definitely showing signs of rust and maybe even a little metal fatigue.
I’m not worried about this. It has distinct advantages such as the ability to reread books that I have read before and completely forgotten about. I don’t just mean that I have forgotten the titles; I have forgotten the entire contents. The same applies to films. It means I have an infinite source of reading and viewing material.
There are times however when forgetting something can be problematic. Forgetting to take pills or forgetting to put the bins out can have consequences. As a result my phone is rapidly filling up with alarms. There are daily alarms to remind me about pills and the like, weekly alarms to remind me to put bins out or to get up early to let the nurse in and a clatter of other random alarms to remind me about appointments or car tests or whatever. My phone beeps more often from alarms than it does for incoming messages or calls.
Just as a side note, I have probably said all the above before, but I just don’t remember if I did.
I discovered a strange one the other morning – I forgot how to put my trousers on. I fell over three times before giving up and sitting on the floor to finish the job. It’s the first time I’ve had to do that since I was a nipper. You may laugh but try putting on a coat differently: if you normally put your right arm in first then try starting with the left. It’s not as easy as you’d think. People rely on subconscious muscle memory and if we’re asked to actually describe how to do everyday things then chances are we will have difficulty.
In incidentally, if you are appalled [or intrigued] at the thought of me wandering around semi-naked ever since, I have to disappoint. I relied on muscle memory ever since and am back to normal. Sorry.
Last night Herself asked me to look up a film on the Interweb.
“I’ll do it right away” says I.
“No. Don’t bother. Tomorrow will do.”
“I’ll have forgotten the title by then.”
“It’s okay – I’ll remember.”
I sniggered quietly.
Ten minutes later I asked her the name of the film again.
She had forgotten.