How Do I Know You Again?

A few days ago, I was walking through Regent’s Park with one of my friends. I was telling him this hilarious story about that one time back in Philly during freshman year of college, and asked him if he remembered it.

Totally spaced on the fact that I actually was friends with him in high school. Not college. He had no idea what I was talking about, he doesn’t live anywhere near Philly.

Something has happened to me in my adult life. I have become very scatter brained as to how I met people, especially when my worlds collide.

I am currently in London, but met up with my friend from high school; he is currently in town visiting his girlfriend from college at home who also just so happens to be studying in London this semester. It’s got my brain doing all kind of weird tricks.

I keep finding that the more experiences I have, the harder it is for me to keep track of what people I have met during those experiences. I think my brain will explode the day that one of my friends that I’ve made on the London trip came to visit me in Hometown, NJ. I’ll probably think that I met them in middle school and try to bring up old stories from seventh grade literature class with Miss Sullivan.

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