Who the hell is that?

Hey everyone, been a while I know, but life's been kinda interesting. Long story short I've been auditioning for things, had a run of Cabaret that I crewed, and I've been writing. Oh and I got a girlfriend :). But that's not what tonights post is about, rather I'd like to talk about the past a bit.

I've mentioned before to people, usually jokingly, that I don't really remember a lot of things I've done, people I've met, or places I've been. Mostly people laugh. Sorry to say, it's true, I really don't remember chunks of high school, and sometimes I don't remember old friends. The thing is, I never realized just how much I don't remember until I started importing photos from an old hard drive I found. I found photos from three years ago that I don't even remember taking or being in. I don't mean "Oh hey I'd totally forgotten about that" I mean I don't revall being present at the time, even though the evidence is right there. It's terrifying.

What does it say about a person when you're so out of your own life that you can't remember doing things with your friends? When you can recall details from a book you read seven years ago but can't call to mind the face of a friend you've known for 15 years? Am I losing my memory or am I just utterly incapable of maintaining connections with the people and places of my past?

Honestly, I don't know which scares me more