I think I've uncovered another piece to the puzzle that is the way I tick from underneath the dusty old couch that is my life.
My memory seems to be fixated on remembering every detail of every interaction i make in my life with other people, but it is especially clear whenever something bad happens to me. So while most people would forget a casual joke made in bad humour during a breif passing, or the fact that I was actually the one who gave them the joke that made them so freakin' popular... (am I angry? no...), I remember it for a very VERY long time.
Ugh, my mind is a trainwreck. A trainwreck purposely caused to destroy me.
Just keep thinking happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.
Good thing: this doesn't happen when I'm with you. That's why all I can remember are the good moments. <3