The old song went, “All I want for Christmas is my two front
teeth’. All I was a-wanting was my rememberer back because without it, I can’t
for the life of me even think of keeping any of those resolutions I made a few
days ago. Oh yes, I made a list and checked it not twice but a hundred times,
just to make sure I hadn’t repeated myself too often…. happens a lot these
days!
A friend in the same boat, I might add, sent me something I
thought summed it up so well. Our forgetters seem to be pushing our rememberers
into the shade and nothing short of a miracle is going to reverse that tide. So
is there any point making resolutions that I won’t even remember I’ve made at
all?
Considering that I’m at the threshold of the dawning of the Age
of Fogettererism, might it not be more prudent, not to say infinitely more
practical, to leave my rememberer behind and enter with gusto into the new age?
No vestiges of ‘what might have been’ to cast a shadow of regret on the road
ahead. Just a joyful embracing of what is to come.
So I think I’m going to change a few resolutions around.
Better still, cast out that list (Get thee behind me, I have no recollection of
what thou containeth!), and begin with a tabula rasa. A clean slate that says
it’s okay to forget. Onward forgetterers, may our tribe increase. Who cares
what the morrow might bring? Que sera, sera!
