- Definition: When you find out the general amount of time that is needed for people to forget all about you. That sounds quite dramatic, but in a way it’s hysterical: imagine all the mayhem you could cause and them not even remembering it 365 days later!
“Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be done in their days. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired”
– Moliere –
First of all: those scales I’m on in the picture are children scales in the Miffy museum; they did not go past 40 kilos. So don’t worry: I am well heavier than that.
In fact, here’s 72 kilos of Samantha you’re bound to forget in another 365 days or so. Why? Because of the most stupid phone call I ever received in my life and which I’ve written out down below. Mind you, I thought it was hilarious!
*MOBILE RINGS. IT’S AN UNKNOWN NUMBER AND I PICK UP*
Me: “Hi, this is Samantha.”
J: “Yes, hi, this is J. who am I talking to, please?”
(J was my boss when I worked as a BodyPump instructor, a little over a year ago)
Me: “Hi J! It’s me, Samantha!”
J: “Yea, I got that, but who are you?”
Me: “What do you mean?”
J: “I am looking through my contact list and I didn’t recognise your name so I thought I’d give you a call. Could you tell me how we know each other?”
(At this point I was both flabbergasted and at the brink of dying from laughter)
Me: “Oh, well, sure. I am Samantha, I used to work out at your gym and I was a BP instructor eventually.”
J: “Oh, that’s right! I asked N (girlfriend) and she didn’t remember either so I thought I’d just call. Okay then. Bye.”
*WE HANG UP – BY THIS TIME I WAS IN STITCHES*
So much for J being a business mastermind and for his girlfriend with her self-proclaimed photographic memory :p
Normally I would have been upset, but I know J and he’s such a big goofball I just couldn’t help but laugh. It’s happened before, though, that people would forget who I was after as little as a year. For instance, a college professor who’d supervised my master thesis and had ended with complimenting me a lot on my work. She kept saying I’d go places in the academic field (boy was she wrong, lol!). A year later I met her again and she didn’t know who I was. Ouch!
But it’s okay. Because not everyone is worth remembering. We team up with the people around us because they are given to us by coincidence (read: the Universe) and it’s human nature to make do with what you have. Then our ways part and forgetfulness replaces our memory. Besides, our brains are funny and some of us simply have better memory skills than others, no need to fret about that.
It happens to all of us (I’ve forgotten people despite my good memory), although it hurts to be at the receiving end of it. Then again, I was wondering how J had been doing, and now I know he’s doing fine as usual: he’s still the same guy I last saw a year ago.
But I can’t help wondering: if my expiration date is a year after I lose touch with someone, how long is the expiration time for others? How come I find it difficult to stop remembering people, even if I’d very much like to? Is their expiration date longer than mine?
I guess it depends on ourselves: some people are worth remembering until the end of time. Some people are not. But even so, there’s no expiration date for the good times we had with them, and every so often those memories will surface and make us smile.
I bet J had a little smile-moment of his own, after hanging up: “Oh right, that Samantha! How could I forget!?” 😉