I forgot an idea I had. I want to say it was a good one. Too bad I’ll never know now.
I guess I have a habit of remembering bad ideas and forgetting good ones. Although, by that logic, maybe those good ideas aren’t so good after all.
I know, I know. I should have written down my brilliant idea. But by the time I got around to doing so, I forget all about it. And now I’m annoyed I can’t remember what I wanted to write about.
A part of me wishes someone could follow me around, recording all my ideas down.
On second thought, forget I ever said that. I do not want anyone following me around. I don’t care how much I love you. Ideally I’d spend about 22 hours in a day alone. 2 hours of interaction with other human beings is enough, don’t you think?
I really hate forgetting ideas. Why can’t my brain just remember them…