Will 'O the Wisp

I like to tease my mom when she does really outrageous stuff that I'm putting it on the internet. Occasionally, I'll make good on those threats. But that only works when I remember what it was that she did that seemed so unreal at the time. At the present time, I've totally forgotten all curious whims. But I'm sure something will happen that will make my jaw drop... and I'll race over to the computer to type it all out before I forget.

The pathetic excuse for a memory that I have is only good for easy forgiveness. I can never remember to keep grudges or why I'm angry at someone, so I just forget it all and move on. That's the only benefit. The detractions are that I'm easily distracted and forget what I was doing/saying/thinking, I can't remember doing things with friends (oh... I saw that movie with you?), and the only way I can learn is by repetition. Oh wait! I remembered another benefit of my pathetic memory skills. I am an excellent secret keeper. Because 9 times out of 10, I forget your secret in a manner of days.

I like to check out PostSecret on the web, and the books too... the whole format is really interesting, in that you disclose your deepest-darkest secret as a form of art on a postcard. The aura surrounding other people's secrets is very intriguing. Especially when you find out that you share the same secrets with strangers. Just another way to feel like this whole big world is getting smaller everyday. Anyway, the point of PostSecret is to share a secret you've never told anyone. Anyone. I've thought about something I could share that I've never told anyone... and I come up with nothing. This is for one of two reasons. One: I've probably blathered about it to someone one already or Two: I just don't have something twisted to share.

Maybe that's what people mean when they try to describe me to me. Someone called me "soft" the other day. Which made my mother laugh and comment that she suspected I always had a little piranha blood in me. So maybe people just pick up on the fact that I'm not burdened down with a heavy sense of guilt or tragedy. I just haven't got major secrets. The secrets I did come up with were LAME-O. And you could probably classify some of the secrets on PostSecret as lame, but they're usually the funny ones.

Yeah, my secret to send to PostSecret would be:

I can never make up my mind. It's in a constant state of agitation.

I've decided to name my mind: Ignis Fatuus. Which you will be glad to learn is a synonym for will 'o the wisp. Something I think accurately describes the state of my memory. Some might say flaky, I would say elusive.