Yeeeeah... I don't remember most of my childhood or a good chunk of my adulthood, except for occasional memories. Like multiple middle school suspensions. Or that time when two girls sat on the armrests of a chair I was sitting in on a field trip, and I remained oblivious for YEARS. And the girl who I just now remember messaged me to explicitly tell me she wasn't a lesbian. 8th grade me was a dumbass.