But as annoying as forgetting things is, and it is maddening sometimes, I am grateful for forgetting. I really don't want to remember a whole bunch of stuff. We all have lots of big insults and injuries in our past that we try hard to forget.
We put mounds of pressure on ourselves. Now, in our 20's and 30's, we're well on our way to having it "all" (or close to it). And we're crumbling under the pressure. We're blaming ourselves for failure and well, we're weeping over pork roast.
Our communal expectations, created by society and pounded into our psyches by seasonal advertising, are that when we celebrate our holidays -- Chanukah, Thanksgiving, Christmas (for non-Jews) and even secular New Year's -- we should have a perfect holiday.
Do you expect your kids to adhere to the rules of the world? Or do you expect the world to adjust to the needs of your kid? If ever there was a subject where people have differences of opinions, it's parenting.
This superficially focused yet deeply-ingrained striving for some unattainable, deprivation-based goal can easily overcome a good life, and swallow it whole. And those feelings can turn deadly for some of us, or at the very least, consistently ruin our days.