Remembrance day... the non-day off holiday in which we take a minute of silence to remember those who died defending this country. I think it is somewhat ironic that the Queen warrants a day off, but they do not.
Jesus gets two days, couldn't he give one up? Selfish bastard. (That isn't fair. Jesus isn't selfish. He is undeniably a bastard though).
I guess it makes sense: God > Royalty = Pilgrims = Simcoe = Family > Soldiers.
In honour of Remembrance day, I want to discuss my new found ability to forget everything. Ever since I turned 30 I am a walking sieve of mental information. Want me to do something? You better tattoo it to my body so that I don't forget who you are and why it was my fault that my wife died from an insulin overdose (SPOILER).
It is a really puzzling experience. I used to have a mind like a steel trap. I would remember dates, cases for work...everything. Now I have a mind like an old pair of flannel pajamas: soft, well-worn and wanting to go to bed.
This leads me to the conclusion that this is going to get worse. I have fears of becoming a "wanderer", one of those old men who just meander around and seem lost in a haze. I am already like 75% of the way there.
So I am now training my brain. I do a crossword puzzle a day to stave off Alzheimer's. It isn't working. I now know many different synonyms for milk (exploit, use, drain, siphon, moo-juice), but forget when I need to buy a carton.
I guess the future is what the future is. I will get old. I will forget. Hopefully, while I get old the people around me stay as amazing as they currently are. As long as my life is good, remembering is overrated.
Family Day > Remembrance Day.
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