“No one is exactly sure; why this happens:” “But happen it does.” “Once, one reaches the age of fifty years or so: The brain begins to shut down.” “Gone are the days when you can recite from memory, the first, middle, and last, names of all your acquaintances. You are lucky to even remember your own.”
I can vaguely recall the time when it was not necessary to jot down everything that anyone said in order to remind myself that I did, in fact, hear it. Not only is this embarrassing, it can sometimes be downright humiliating. For instance, when you are introduced to a person and five minutes later you are unable to remember their name. What usually happens is that you mutter some unintelligible words to disguise the fact that you don’t know who in the hell they are. And then, you wonder why they look at you so strangely.
To make matters worse, people who suffer from CRS will refuse to admit that it is they who are devoid of all sense of recollection. “If they would only speak up, then I would have no problem,” “They are quick to say.”
When this illness is combined with an acute loss of hearing, the result is, at best, catastrophic. Anyone who is unable to hear well and to remember even less is perhaps one of the most likely candidates for the dumb-ass of the year award. Certainly, they are not a contender for a listing in the best personality file.
I am not aware of any cure for this handicap. I suppose that the best we can hope for is for the younger set to carry pictures of themselves with their names printed on the back and dispense them to all sufferers of this dreaded disorder. Then, all that would be necessary to remember the names would be to match the picture with the name. The only problem that I can see with this would be that we could not remember in which pocket we had placed the pictures. Example: I received this message from a friend.
Bob was having dinner with a couple who had been married over 60 years. While the wife was preparing dinner, the husband kept asking her; ~~ “Sweetheart, Can I peel the potato’s for you?” ~~ “Darling, can I set the table?” ~~ “Snookums: Should I put the steaks on the grill?”
Bob finally said to the husband: “I think this is amazing. You have been married over 60 years, and yet, you still use these terms of endearment for your wife.” The husband replied; “To tell the truth; I forgot her name over two years ago and I am afraid to ask her what it is.”
I have a request for all of you youngsters. “Please extend a little sympathy for those of us who are afflicted:” “After all, your time is coming”
Old is when; “If you are Invited; by a Spouse, to go upstairs and ‘MAKE LOVE:’ And your reply is, quickly:” “PICK ONE:” “I can’t do both!” Dj.