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I'm such a creep. Okay, so you guys know how my memory is ridiculous right? I remember these details from people's lives and it's gotten to the point where even I think that I'm creepy. Two months ago this girl in my class told me that she borrowed an umbrella from someone and today she had the same umbrella. I asked her something along the lines of "You still haven't given that back yet?" and she was kind of creeped out that I remembered that. I didn't sleep last night, so I wasn't thinking about being creepy and blurted it out.

I don't know why I remember these things because I don't want to. I think the norm is to forget things about people right? Most people are so focused on themselves that they don't remember anything unless it directly pertains to their lives. At least I assume that no one remembers anything about me, but that also might be because people are usually too busy complaining to me about their lives to bother asking me anything about mine which is completely fine because I don't think it's necessary to talk about myself unless I actually want to be friends with whoever I'm talking to. I find that I have to actively force myself to forget things and even then it doesn't really work. If you told me your birthday a year ago I'll remember it, but I'll usually pretend like I had no idea. I also have to ask people the same things twice (like which classes they're taking) even though I already know, in order to not seem like I stalk them. I then have to remember how many times I've asked them the same question, so I don't seem like an idiot either. You guys think it's a good thing to have a good memory, but it's really not. It's so tiring. I wish I could get all of this useless information out of my mind and think about zen gardens and those stacked rocks instead of what that person I talked to five months ago eats for breakfast. She eats yogurt with granola and half a banana if anyone was interested.

There was a girl screaming outside my apartment. I was peeking through the blinds. I'm still trying to figure out if it was child abuse or domestic violence. A bunch of police cars and firemen arrived at the scene. That was probably the most excitement I've witnessed in the past few years.

What else did I do today... hmm I had another 3 hour phone conversation with H. I don't understand how she understands me. It doesn't even make sense. Maybe I should stop analyzing and just be thankful.

Strange things happen if I don't sleep.