I'm of the belief that we forget nothing. Every memory we ever amassed is in our fool heads. We lose the keys to the doors or lose the ways to the corridors, but the memories themselves are still there and sometimes pop up at the oddest times.
Apropos of nothing, or nothing I was conscious of, the recollection of a Scrabble game showed up yesterday. It was a game I played 14 years ago with Major Ex and a friend of ours. I started off the game with the letters v, e, i, n, e, r, s.
I remembered looking at the letters feeling certain that a seven-letter word was there somewhere, but couldn't figure out what they spelled.
Yesterday it came to me: inverse.
More puzzling than the appearance of the memory was the solution that accompanied it. I'm a little pissed that my subconscious devoted years to solving that little conundrum when it should have been straightening out some screwed up baggage in the attic.