It occurred to me the other day while trying to pull into a parking lot, that perhaps it wouldn’t be all that bad to grow old and lose my short-term memory.
A man had pulled into the parking lot going the wrong way. He was stupidly blocking traffic. There was somebody else waiting for a spot and he too was blocking traffic. It was mayhem. My temperature rose a point or two just sitting there as a witness. If I didn’t have a short-term memory my anger would last but a minute or two and then my problems would dissipate into thin air. That sounds promising to me. I’d hardly have resentment, because I couldn’t remember my resentment. Old and in bliss, that's what I'd be.
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