Forget things, Being Happy I think God might have made a mistake when he was creating me. There're something wrong with my brain and memories. I forget things so easily and very often. I forget where I put my glasses on, when was my appointment, or even who was I just talking to on the phone. My sister once said that I didn't have a human brain, but a gold fish's. During most of the family reunion, I usually remained silent when they talked about the past. Of course, because I couldn't remember them, or sometimes I do but with some distorted details, which I don't know where they came from. I don't want to share those wrong information. I'm this forgetful. But don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy. At all. The advantage of being forgetful is that you can erase bad memories or get rid of any bad feelings easier than it seems to be. Sometimes during the fight with my boyfriend, I just ridiculously forgot what we were arguing about. We laughed and be happy again. Weird but pleasant. I love my pea brain.