Thinking about something I forgot opens the door to remembering unpleasant memories! I am reminded of stories from my youth that I would rather forget. There was the time when I was 16, invited someone to go to a party with me and left the party with someone else. I forgot I had invited the other person. Of course I apologized the next day, but It was shocking to face my forgetfulness. In those years, I lived in what seemed like opposing worlds: I was kind and sensitive; at the same time I was impulsive and hyperactive. “Forgetting” happened in the (dis)juncture between these different worlds.