I'm sorry, I honestly don't know.

I just guess I usually have a need to return people a response once they've questioned me. But if it may be that I don't know or I don't recall, it is the truth for that moment of time.

I often do remember if I am given time to think it through, but a response is better than nothing.

Silence is the perfect herald of joy: I were but little happy if I could say how much. - William Shakespeare

It may be that I can't string my words together well, but it never seems right to voice one's own emotions. I feel that no words in any language can properly reflect how one feels at that moment in time. Once you label it, once you rename it, it changes to be a story of your past, and not in it's purest form.

Memories change and grow with time. Every time you remember it, you replace your old memory with the new one you have created, replacing the unclear parts with modifications for your perfect story. It is this fear I have of re-thinking of the past which makes me distrust my memories. I may remember what you have said, but it most likely wasn't you or it most likely, wasn't exactly what you said at that moment and context of time.

I'm sorry if you have to deal with me when I do say I don't know, but I'm not afraid to admit I don't. I'm afraid to admit I am wrong.

I understand that it is hard to understand others who are unlike your self, but have learned today that the common majority of people are afraid to admit they do not know as much as I am to admit I am wrong. I do understand my friends are wonderous and never forger anything, but I do expect a degree of error in each one of us and I have learned today that I am not the only person who doesn't know.

To know and yet think we do not know is the highest attainment. Not to know and yet think we do know is a disease. - Lao-tsu