Swiss cheese elephant brain

I am like an elephant in that I remember things for a very long time - unnecessarily long in some cases. For instance, I remember the time in university when a friend and I were publicly humiliated on a bus by a blind woman. I often recall, in detail, conversations my husband and I have had over the past year and wonder if the confessions made still need to worry me. I mentally relive family Christmases and camping trips. I can often keep useless amounts of celebrity gossip in my head, and I’m not even interested in celebrity gossip. Then, at other times, the swiss cheese factor arises. I go to the supermarket with a plan for dinner and forget to buy a key ingredient. I don’t remember for two days to take my daily migraine-prevention pills. The wrong name slips out for a friend I’ve known for years. I suppose I should be thankful that most of the time the consequences of my swiss cheese brain aren’t too severe. And these slips often keep us entertained.