I have a bad habit

of suppressing memories. It’s weird…I remember shit in perfect detail (from my POV anyways)…but I can totally put shit in a tiny, dark box in some recess in my mind and completely forget about it until someone else mentions it. It’s disturbing when I’m reminded. Now…I don’t do this a lot but there are some painful moments in life that I just choose to forget. Life is easier that way I have found. Like I said…it’s disturbing when I’m reminded…I take comfort in the fact that I will “forget” it again at some point.