Blessing.

I used to think that it's a blessing that I can remember (most of it anyway) what people has said to me. Be it good, be it bad, I remember. I remember the tiny, little details, or sometimes the bigger picture; it depends. I don't really choose what I want to remember, I just do.

And that is mostly why, I remember what the lessons are about when the teacher are really teaching. The other kids will say its boring, but that is when my brain takes in everything. That's why it's a blessing.

Rather than a curse. I remember when I was so full of unfulfilled revenge, of the negative things that got stuck in my head. Of the nasty things that people said to me, when I was just a child, when I was just a teenager looking for myself (still do, in fact). They affected me the most. They shaped the me, the me about four years ago. I still remember the exact words that had literally killed me inside (pardon the drama,) the words that I kept to myself for years. Years. Almost ten years. And I still remember it, still can hear it ringing in my ears.

Don't blame the fact that I'm a woman that I remember. An average woman doesn't remember anything, anyone says. Then again, although I remember spoken words better, I still wish that I can do better in remembering faces and names instead.

P/s I'm extremely forgetful when it comes to remembering names and faces. I pity that one guy who introduced himself to me only to have to do it again three hours later because I already forgot about him.... God, shift some of that brain cells to remember faces and names, instead, please?