I’m pretty sure there is a hole in my head that goes from one ear to the other. Between the hole openings, there is a little conversion box that changes things I hear to… whatever my brain decides was said, even if it was not said at all. I’m only 38. Could dementia truly be setting in already?
I thought my mom was staying in a hotel with her boyfriend. But they are staying here.
I think I sent my mom the flight information for our winter-break trip to A’s mom’s house. But I probably didn’t.
It is no wonder the people in my life get annoyed with me.
I wish there were a way to change this about myself. It sucks.
But I have other good qualities. I can, you know, teach kids to read and stuff.