I have a terrible memory for nearly everything. I’ll likely forget the subject of this blogpost somewhere in the middle of my night reading. It’s odd and I try not to worry about it too much. I have an unnatural memory for books and films though, that’s alright. I can’t remember what I went into the kitchen for or what I wrote about last night but I can recall nearly scene-perfect dialogue from some pretty obscure flicks. 

It might not be the most useful skill in the world, but I make the most of it. I tend to rationalize and navigate the world in film references, explained or not. A friend of mine once observed that movie clips are a love language of mine, wether linked to or merely explained. 

I like to think that clients find it charming or at least insightful, I like to think my friends do, and people I used to flirt with maybe. 

It might just be strange and alienating. 

I recall a specific transition I made in the retelling or recollection of these clips. I used to always ask the person if they had seen the movie or read the book in question. Generally the answer was either: of course, duh. Or, no, why would I have seen that you obscure freak. This is the case with more than movies and books, it’s the same with obscure vocabulary and really...anything obscure. Either they’re offended that you’d assume they might not know it, or they’re baffled that you think they might have.

I don’t ask people if they’ve seen or read or heard anything, I just assume they have and if they ask I explain. 

Simple as you like,
but I also break my own rules all the time.