If I had an arch-nemesis it would be forgetfulness, and it always wins in the end. Am I the good guy or am I the bad guy? Because all good guys are suppose to win in the end. Right? Maybe it's just a long battle, that in the end I will finally maybe remember something, hopefully. But meanwhile I always lose, forget, or misplace EVERYTHING and it’s never something like a headband or a pair of earrings it’s always like a jacket, shoes, or my phone; something of value. It’s kind of my downfall because I try so hard to remember everything, but I always forget something in some way, shape, or form.

It’s kind of a legacy that I have created for myself  because everyone asks “What did you forget this time?” or “Did you forget anything?” And it’s kind of pointless asking “Do you know where you lost your phone?” Don’t you think that I would look there if I knew where it was? But, nobody reminds me when I am packing up or 5 minutes away from wherever I left something; they always ask when we are already home and have to drive back to get whatever I lost this time.

Not only do I forget everything, everything forgets me, especially my neighbor when she is  taking me home from volleyball practice. Last practice, I went outside to look for my neighbor, but she left me again (not the only time she has left me) and I walked back in the gym and my coach asked me “What did you forget this time?” and I said “Nothing. My neighbor forgot me.”

I also have a hard time admitting that I have forgotten something, especially if it is to my parents. Every time I forget something, it takes all of me to admit it to my parents, they never usually get mad at me, but I get mad at myself because it makes me so angry every time I forget something and I tell myself, this is the last time you are going to forget something, but lets be real, that’s a lie. But maybe someday, I will finally defeat my arch-nemesis, my parents actually might be happier than me.