Since Kindergarden

My short term memory is terrible; I could barely remember the last sentence I spoke or the last thing I ate, but my long term memory is fabulous. I'd say the best aspect of my long term memory is my ability to remember faces. Once I see an individuals face, I could tell you how I know them, where I met them, and most importantly, their name. Even if I don't know them, I am positive I'll be able to recognize if I have ever seen the individual before.

You're probably wondering what the fuck I'm talking about . . . .

Well, I was buying lunch at Robeson the other day, and I was staring at this girl for a solid five minutes...but I wasn't just staring; I was in a deep mental trance and my mind was wondering who this girl was and how I knew her. So, it probably looked like I had to shit or something, and I was day dreaming, all while staring at some girl.

It didn't click. You know when you can't remember something and it pisses you off so much that it sticks with you for the rest of the day and you stress over it and you just feel like screaming, "FUCK!, but you can't because you're in public???? Yeah, that's exactly how I felt.

I went home and the only thing on my mind was where I have seen this girl before. So I went on my phone and checked every source of social media I have. Twitter followers? Nope. Instagram followers? No. Contact List? Nope. I decided to check my Facebook, saw my friends list and realized I would have to scroll through over 2,000 friends. So I did....

Luckily for me, before I even started checking my friends list, I decided to refresh my Facebook home page. The first status was an old friend I had from Hasbrouck Heights, saying how she had so much homework to do for college. I read her name and the anxiety and stress fled from my body, it was her! Her name was Rachel, and her and I were those little kids who were best friends and did everything together. Mind you, I moved from Heights in third grade, so I haven't seen this girl in years.

I decided to message her and told her I think I saw her at Rutgers Newark, and proceeded to ask her if she went to school there. Damn I'm good, because I was right. I haven't seen this girl since I was probably 8 years old, and I recognized her face 12 years later. We wound up meeting up at school the next day and caught up; we spoke about how our families were and how life has changed over the many years. What a coincidence that we ran into eachother.