How many among you only remember how that woman you were dating broke up with on Valentine's Day...and conveniently forget that it was because that was the day she came back from a 2-week business trip and discovered that you had forgotten to feed her cat?
How many among you only remember that time the waiter was such a jerk to you and your friends...and fail to recall that there were 36 of you...and you waited 'til you'd ordered dessert to ask for separate checks?
How many among you have a distinct memory, and loathing for that 10th Grade math teacher who flunked you in spite of the fact that you aced the final exam...and have no recollection of the mass of assignments you never turned in?
How many among you have no memory whatsoever of the last six office parties you attended?
We all remember things in a way that makes us happy. Sometimes, it's just easier that way! What's so wrong with choosing to give yourself a break? Hmmmmm?
With that in mind, I've been reading where a lot of people are taking issue with Haley Barbour over his memories of desegregation and the Civil Rights Movement. And I say, "Give the guy a break!" He's entitled to his memories!