At 41, I sometimes wonder if I’m already having memory troubles. I mean, I know what time it is generally, even though I can’t read it to you off a Parmigiani watch; or I can make great connections of disperate facts fairly often still … but sometimes it takes a bit longer than I wish it did.
Take for example this past Shabbat. Someone asked me if I had mentioned their daughter, who’s not part of my class, in class. I said no because, well, why would I? I have my hands full with the kids in my class.
Well, I was told, some kids heard me say it. I was pretty sure I didn’t. And so the situation was a bit tense when my wife and I headed home.
A couple hours later is when the light bulb over my head turned on. Of course I hadn’t mentioned that person’s daughter in class; but I finally remembered that we had another girl in class who had the same name.
Turned out to be a misunderstanding of who I meant by the kids who heard it. If I’d been a bit quicker on the ball, I could have realized what was going on sooner and cleared the air right away.
I’m pretty sure I could have done that better 10 years ago.
Tags: memory, misunderstanding, Parmigiani