My selective memory.

I have a selective memory. Forgetting much more than I remember. It’s impossible to remember everything. And I wouldn’t want to. Mostly, I try to remember the good things. Actions and events that make me look and feel good.  I suspect most people do that. Though I know people that focus on feeling bad. About themselves and about the world.  Strange, isn’t it?  Maybe they want to be brutally honest. Even if that means punishing themselves and others. I’d  rather live an illusion than be unhappy all the time.  Maybe I’m able to persuade myself that an illusion isn’t an illusion. I’m merely practicing a selective memory game. –Jim Broede