![]() ![]() My mother brushed the whole thing off as a misunderstanding, but the damage had been done: my brother had thought that I was incontinent and had decided not to treat me with kindness, but to instead inform anyone who would listen that I wasn’t properly toilet trained. ![]() One shouting match later, we got to the truth of the matter: I had gotten my period, and my brother had overheard her telling me to clean my bloodstained underwear, and in his young mind, he had interpreted this as me having pooped my pants. I confronted my mother, livid that she would tell such a nasty and disgusting lie about me. When I confronted him, he informed me that our mother had told him that I was incontinent. When I was ten, younger brother told his friends (who then went on to tell their older siblings, who were my classmates) that I pooped my pants. Theresa’s poor memory was true to life.and so was her relationship with her younger brother, Kevin. I still don’t know how to add fractions.) I have a knack for remembering useless minutiae that won’t actually help me. You’re all like, ‘oh yeah, that guy was in the background in the bar scene in the first episode.’” That’s true. “You have a great memory,” he said, “you remember all the important plot points on Westworld. (Fun fact: when I told my husband that I used to have a poor memory, he was completely and utterly baffled. I need to look up my father’s birthday every year, but if you ever need anyone to name all the X-Men (and their powers), I’m right here. I became obsessed with memorizing song lyrics and useless trivia as a way to prove that I didn’t have a poor memory. “Would someone with a bad memory be able to recite The Nightmare Before Christmas in its entirety?” Well, if she still doesn’t know her times-tables, then the answer is yes. It was my way of proving that I could remember things. I began memorizing my favorite Disney soundtracks. I still hated that Muppet, simply because he was forgiven for having a poor memory. Admittedly, it was probably frustrating for my parents to have to constantly remind me of dentist appointments and family obligations. As a youngster, I was constantly scolded for not being able to remember anything. Forgetful Jones couldn’t remember anything, but no one ever got mad at him for it. I remember watching “Sesame Street” as a kid and hating the character of Forgetful Jones. That’s all I’ll say about the plot of “Forgetful Jones.” Go and read or listen for yourself.Īs I’ve said earlier, “Forgetful Jones” is personal for me. But, since this is a horror story, Theresa has discovered a way to remember things and man is it gross. This, combined with her poor memory, cements her reputation among her school mates as being weak, forgetful, and stupid. Her little brother picks on her relentlessly. ![]() “Forgetful Jones” tells the story of a young girl named Theresa who can’t seem to remember anything. I firmly believe that you should read it or listen to the podcast episode. I add bits of myself in everything I write, but “Forgetful Jones” contains the most of me. “Forgetful Jones” is probably the most personal story I’ve ever shared with the NoSleep Podcast. If asked, I’m supposed to say, “oh, they’re all like my children, I can’t possibly choose a favorite.” Well, I’m not going to say that, because I do have a favorite, because I do, and it’s “Forgetful Jones.” ![]() I’m not supposed to have a favorite story. In this series, she'll share her experience writing horror stories that were adapted for the NoSleep Podcast. Lindsay has written for us before, sharing her experience putting together an all women horror anthology. Please welcome guest contributor Lindsay Moore. ![]()
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