Sometimes I can't remember what possessed me to do senseless things.

I usually have an excellent memory. But some days the reason why I threw away an important receit, bet on the wrong horse, or dated someone completely escapes me. Perhaps it's because I'm nearsighted. Perhaps it's impossible to be standing inside the same frame of mind moments or years later. An answer that satisifes me does not uncover the thoughts behind the actions at the time but justifies the outcomes. In some way I believe I'd be some one different if not for all these details that either add up to me or are the multiple of other factors I am equal to accepting.