i’m forgetful.sometimes, it’s “where did i leave my spects” while the spects sit on my head.at times, it’s the pair of socks thati took off my feet five minutes ago,or it’s cutlery- spoon, glass or tea cups. oh, i’m forgetful, but it’s harmless,or so i thought, untilfriends complained-i forget to call back, to reply, birthdays,and…