People forget what we say within a day. We don't forget what we say.
This is so damn true. I recently got my own office (okay not really, but I work in one by myself. It's a room in an old tobacco mansion. Charming really) and for the first time in my life I had to work on a mindless activity, alone, in a completely silent room for five hours. You don't know just how much stuff you're running from until you are locked in a room with it. I swear to god during those five hours I remembered and agonized over every stupid thing that I have ever said, even though I'm probably the only one that remembers them.
Except for the time I accidentally said that I'm a one trick pony when it comes to rape. I meant to say wrestling, but someone else was talking about rapists and some wires got crossed. I still get funny looks

Ninja: Fleshy bits are better to cuddle with. No use trying to comfort a shell.