what do we say to the god of hypermnesia?
we say I remember . . .
in fifth grade, missing my chance at the perfect comeback after Tyrone called me a butt munch . . .
dropping my hot dog on my shirt during lunch in ninth grade and having to finish the day with a yellow mustard stain on my white uniform. did I mention it was picture day? . . .
pissing my pants in class in first grade . . .
Halloween night in eleventh grade, I ring the doorbell and my crush answers. she wrinkles her nose at me and says “aren’t you too old to be trick-or-treating?” as she drops one piece of candy into my bucket . . .
seeing a woman’s smile while we talk and only realize she was flirting with me after the encounter has ended and I’m home alone . . .
rejection letters. rejection emails. face-to-face rejection. rejection over the phone. rejection by text . . .
what do we say to the god of hypermnesia? we say “I remember failure but never joy.”
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