My ability to remember names has sunk so low—you might as well introduce yourself as "that woman with brown hair and cool boots that you met at so-and-so's house." I once heard that the brain purposely erases old memories to make room for new ones—because how could you ever find your car at the supermarket if you remembered every space you'd ever parked in! The way I see it, my brain cells are doing a stellar job of losing the proverbial parking spaces so it can lock in the highlights of four decades that bring me joy every day.
