Should old acquaintance be forgot?

Another year has past. Fair thee well 2006, fair thee well. This year I think I may actually have to start keeping a diary. My memory is terrible. Even not so old acquaintances are easily forgotten. And I really liked some of those people that I've forgotten . . . I think. I really have a serious problem here. Sometimes I meet people who are excited to see me and I swear I have never seen them before in life. But they know me, call me by name, even by a nick name! And I'm lost.

Another thing. I hate that I don't remember a lot of events. "Remember when we went to so and so's house with what's her face and 'dem?" Uh, no, no I don't. "Remember that Halloween when you were the Mad Hatter? And . . . " Hmm, no.

It's a good thing I have a lot of personal integrity. I have to. That way no one can say "Remember when you got so twisted you danced topless on the table, cursed some dude out, punched the bouncer and got thrown out of the club?" Yeah, right. Not I.

But barring the obvious out of character things, I may just not recollect. So my solution is to do something I've never been able to do before- document my life. I think that once a month I'll combine a few photos and a paragraph or two into a scrap book. This way I can at least look back at the year and remember where I was. I don't know if this will work since all the random people I may come in contact with may not make a photo or a sentence.

But it's a start.