The Key To Life Is Forgetting The Right Things (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 28 2024	Views/Reads: 410/238	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Forgetting the right things makes room for me to remember the right things. If I’m going to press forward in my life I must forget some things in the past.

The thing that has concerned me as I have aged was about forgetting
things. How could I remember everything when I was crowding my brain 
with all kinds of new things? 

In this regard, there is no comparison between The Gracious Mistress of
the Parsonage and myself. I have a problem remembering, and her problem 
is forgetting. She can't forget anything. She remembers things that I 
don't think ever happened. How she does that is above my pay scale. 

My concern has always been that I would forget things I needed to
remember and it would cause a lot of difficulty in my relationships. My 
biggest concern is forgetting the names of people, especially 
relatives. I can never figure out why some people have such weird 
names, hard to remember. 

Thinking about this, something came to mind. When I was younger, I
forgot a lot of things but all that forgetting did not keep me from 
growing older. In fact, I forgot some stuff on purpose just to get out 
of some jam. My aging had nothing to do with my forgetting. 

I began to think that forgetting may result from something other than
getting old. Maybe forgetting is a way of dealing with some of the 
issues of life. 

In thinking about this, I have concluded that the key to a good life is
knowing what to forget and what to remember. If I can master this, I 
will not have any problems. 

I've been trying to develop the art of forgetting in my life. If I know
what to forget, my life will be better. 

Number one on my list of not forgetting is The Gracious Mistress of the
Parsonage. That is the hard one. I must remember all of the right 
things regarding her and forget all the other things. 

When we started our matrimonial journey, I had no idea about this. My
idea was to get along, just go along. That works with some people, but 
it doesn't seem to work with me. 

I have to make a list of things to forget and then a list of things to
remember. 

The list of things to remember is pretty long, including her birthday,
our anniversary, our children's birthdays and their anniversaries, and 
our grandchildren's birthdays. Along with that list are the names of 
all of those people. 

If I had charge of things, which I don't, I would tattoo the names of
our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren on their foreheads 
along with their birthday. That sure would help me a lot. 

Another thing on the list to remember was everything she said to me. I
can't tell you how many times she has asked, “Don't you remember what I 
said yesterday?” 

Now, the problem with that question is that she said so much yesterday
it is tough for me to remember anything she said yesterday. 

My list of things to remember gets longer every year. 

But the things to forget could be even longer. I sometimes get the two
lists confused, and boy, do I get into trouble. 

It boils down to this. I must always remember every time she is right.
But then I also must forget every time she is wrong. 

I must keep alert when we are with some friends because somewhere along
the conversation, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will say, “My 
dear, do you remember...?” When that happens, I know that my sanity is 
on the line. 

Or, another question would be, “My dear, remember our vacation last
year?” Sometimes, I do have a little bit of a memory, but not often. 
With a great smile, I will respond by saying, “Oh yes I do. It was the 
best planned vacation we ever had.” 


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