Sometimes I think maybe there’s something wrong with me

Sometimes I’m sure.

The older I get, the more I find revisiting memories similar to watching a bad movie again. “What? What the hell just happened? No, don’t do that! Look, he did that, what the hell?”

There are some old memories like that, but more recent ones. That could be because memories fade, and I can only clearly remember the recent events. It could be it’s become more common as I get older — that too wouldn’t be too surprising.

I need to keep an eye on it, which is surprisingly hard to do from the inside, especially when it all seems rational in the moment.

One day I may have to do something about this.

For now I’m making do with a sign on my desk.

It reads

Remain calm
and
pause
before speaking
don’t rush.

I would do well to let it catch my eye more often, perhaps paired with another that simply reads

Count to ten