I am known for having a really sharp memory. I remember things that nobody else in my family or friend groups does, and I am especially skilled at remembering dates. If anyone can’t recall my cousin’s wedding anniversary, they know who to call. One of the only things that I am terrible at remembering is drama, especially somebody telling me about the drama in their life. For some reason, my brain does not want me to hold on to any of that; honestly, I think I’m better for it. There is little to be gained from replaying betrayal and insults repeatedly in my head. The most annoying part about this is that everyone expects me to remember the drama that they told me about at 2 a.m. at some party in October 2019 because I have a good memory. Unfortunately for them, I’m such a good person that my memory doesn’t allow me to remember their foolish little squabbles. Hurrah for me.