I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!
I always have trouble remembering three things: faces, names, and - I can't remember what the third thing is.
I constantly walk into a room and I don't remember why. But for some reason, I think there's going to be a clue in the fridge.
I don't be remembering women that I've met before. I don't remember people as a whole. It's crazy. A lot of times, people get in their feelings, like, 'You don't remember me?!'
I have a memory problem. My family and friends call me Lady Ghajini.
I'm terribly forgetful. I've lost laptops, cell-phones.
His nerve, his memory, and I can't remember the third thing.
I have a terrible memory. I never remember names or faces. It's incredibly embarrassing.
I am a frustrating interviewee. I'm like Ronald Reagan. I don't remember and I don't recall.
My father could never remember anybody's name.
I lose things. I am preoccupied. I am misty. Eyeglasses? I go through eyeglasses like tissue.
I can never remember the name of anywhere I've ever been. I will say that I've eaten at a ton of GREAT places. I just don't remember their names. I'm not that guy.
But I'll tell you what I'm really bad at: I don't concentrate on what I'm doing, so I constantly lose things. I put my purse in the fridge - I'm one of those people.
I'm just one of those people who can always tell the same story twice, forgetting that I've told it already.
I couldn't tell you my wedding anniversary (although I seem to remember it was in June. Or maybe July. Definitely a month beginning with a 'J,' anyhow. But not January. Um. I think) and people I went to school with get extremely fed up with me when I bump into them in the street and have absolutely no recollection of their faces.
The girls I've dated hate me a little because I can't remember anything about first dates or when we kissed. I have the worst memory in the world!
If you’re so forgetful that you’re incapable of remembering that a co-worker isn’t pregnant on three separate occasions in as many months, I worry about your memory and cognition skills.
That's why I have to be a fiction writer, because I can't remember what just happened or where I went last week or what movie I just watched with my husband. I'm better off just making things up.
