Forgetting and remembering

To recall temporarily, for any reason, what was stored away or put aside in memory, giving again membership of your consciousness/subconsciousness for a limited time: I remember.

To maintain an open file of a memory, a subconscious utilizable or influencing presence of a previous perception/experience: I have not forgotten.

You don’t always seem to remember my birthday, and you always never forget when I will pass by, so that you can hitch a ride. Why?

There is the knowledge that a memory exists but it is temporarily out of reach, distorted or blurred. This is how she came to lie—the president’s wife.
To ‘not remember’ is the inverse of ‘to remember’ not of ‘to not forget.’

Unable to recall wholly, or at all—as if no memory existed. It’s blotted, I have forgotten.

Recall a previous experience without any emotional content. In fact, just matter-of-factly. What was forgotten, changed even, is the emotion previously associated with the knowledge, perception, or experience.

Laugh at your gaffs—haha. Learn from them—hehehe. How would life be if laughter were an emotion. People could be laughy, or experience laughness, one moment, and not, another.

You don’t want to slap ’em everytime you see ’em: that’s an improvement.
No hiccups; you’ve accepted. I forgive and let go.
You have the answer. I can make an intelligent guess.

Remembering, or not forgetting; not remembering, or forgetting; whatever the case is or we make it, we live with our memories. I let go this and I hold on that; I choose to make the best of those special repeating rapidly firing synapses in my brain.