Reasons to Blog

I basically don't know where my mind went. It's scaring me. Yesterday, while writing to some long-lost Beatle-fan-friends of mine, I hadn't written to in years, they replied back to me with the following:

1. "remember when we went to Beatlemania on the day Elvis died and you told me 'hey, Elvis died', and I laughed hysterically?".

No. I vaguely remember going to Beatlemania. I don't remember anything on the day Elvis died, no hysterical laughing, nothing. I mean, I didn't sit shiva for him or anything - this I do remember - but not this.

2. "I recall going with you to see John Lennon on the Mike Douglas Show in the seventies"

I don't remember a thing. I do remember who John Lennon was, and I do remember watching the Mike Douglas show, but not particularly going to see John Lennon there. I very well might have, as in 1972 (I googled when it was) I was in the midst of my New York former-Beatle days and camped out during the summers with my friends following the various ex-Beatles around New York City from 1970-1972. I was 14-16 and my friends were, like, 18-20, so I had to act all grown-up around them and not ask for autographs, take photos, etc. This I do remember.

3. Today my boss asks me if I worked with so-and-so this morning on a document. I stopped to think for a moment. I don't recall but began to worry that perhaps I did. I asked my co-workers who assured me I wasn't asked to work on that particular document, which set my mind, or whatever is left of it, at ease.

So this confirms why I am blogging. This is a diary for me. Not you. For me. Because when I'm 64 and I haven't got a clue what I had done for the past 14 years, this will tell me what I did do, wanted to do, never got to do, etc. If someone will ask me in the old age home when I'm 98 whether I had seen Paul McCartney in Israel way back in 2008, and I don't remember, I can look it up on my blog. There. No better reason than that. And that's would be only if I would be able to remember my website address.