“You rented that movie already,” Juhee, the clerk, told me shyly. While living in Korea, I found a DVD rental place with a great selection of American movies. I also thought Juhee was gorgeous, and I was going through a breakup.
“No, I haven’t. That was my friend. We share the same account.” Maybe she thought my other foreign friend and I looked alike, even though Gene is tall and skinny and I look like — well — me.
“No, Gene would never rent a movie like that, and you already said the movie’s ending was, um, stupid.”
I figured this was just a coincidence and rented the remake of “A Nightmare on Elm Street” anyway. I watched the entire movie without remembering anything.
I write a little something about every book and movie that I read or watch in an entertainment diary. I searched for “Elm Street” and found that Juhee spoke the truth: I had already rented this Freddy Krueger debacle. I even wrote a complaint about the ending.
I felt confused, so I did an experiment and rented a few more movies mentioned in my diary. After watching them, nothing came back to me.
Who cares if I don’t remember some movies? Well, it doesn’t start or end there.
If you’ve read my column before, you may know that I have epilepsy. This story takes place shortly after my diagnosis.
Remember how I said I was going through a rough breakup? I blame much of that relationship drama on my epilepsy and a certain pill. My girlfriend had to introduce me to her friends multiple times. I’d forget important dates even though notes covered my home. Eventually, we split.
Acquaintances would suggest, “We should go to a soccer game again.” I’d repeat, “Again?” My bud would show photos of us buying hot dogs and chilling out with the cheerleaders after the game. Even though I saw my own face, it didn’t remind me of anything.
You know how frustrating it is when you can’t remember where you put your keys? Imagine that on a much bigger scale. Half the reason I travel, read or watch stuff is to discuss it with other people. But even though I experienced some cool things, I can’t remember them.
People at my day job complain about me constantly because I ask the same questions every other day. I’ll admit I’m a bit stupid, but also — I can’t remember.
Now, I’ve changed medications, which has kind of helped. But I still fail to recall moments because of the brain damage that caused my epilepsy.
Brain damage is an issue that needs people to help, volunteer, donate, raise awareness and understand.
Alzheimer’s makes my situation look like a little splinter. Forgetting sucks. Imagine not being able to remember your last few years, even though they should be the most memorable.