Yesterday, when Marshall Crenshaw's "Someday, Someway" came up during an iTunes shuffle mode session, I thought, "Ah! I remember buying Marshall Crenshaw's self-titled CD with this track on it at Blockbuster Music on this day in 1994."
My immediate follow-up thought was, "How is it that I remember the date I bought that CD and where I bought it, yet I'm still not sure of my own blood type?"
The mind prioritizes what it wants to prioritize--regardless of whether it's truly a priority.
