Innaresting Times piece on "destination memory," which allows you-or doesn't, as is more often the case-to remember whom you've told the same old stories to. Apparently, when we tell someone a personal anecdote, we are so self-absorbed in our own thoughts that we tend to forget who we told it to. This explains why you tend to hear the same personal bits from the same people over and over again: They are too busy thinking of themselves to think about you. So you're well within your rights to pretend that you have to go smoke a cigarette or something to get away from them; they'll be back with the same story soon enough.

I've been known to tell a personal anecdote to the person it actually happened to who once told me about it.
but were you wearing the same pair of Dockers?
On my head.
Dad?
Up until shortly after college, I was really good at remembering whom I'd told what, and then I lost it. Fortunately, around the same time, interesting things stopped happening to me, so I had a compelling need to recount the same old shit over and over again anyway.
Nice to see you here sir. Mwah.
But you really pretended to like it those other times.
I've been known to tell a personal anecdote to the person it actually--
Oh. Sorry about that dado--you tell it.
It was the one about the time I opened my fridge and all that was in there was a deck of cards and a hammer. Response: No dude, that was my fridge, and I opened it. And the face cards were missing.
Drunk people do this.
Or people who comment on 5 or 6 sites a night and then can't remember if it was The Awl or Gawker* or Tumblr or Facebook or Salon (under a different identity because I could give a rats ass about Salon and I don't want them following me here. Oh, and drink a little at the same time. No, really, just a little. Ok, fuck you all. What's YOUR definition of just a little? Yeah right.
*Yes, I still read and comment on Gawker. I can quit any time I want.
Then they tell you how much they love you over "ad nauseum."
Mom?
yeah, but everyone wants to know about that time i met leonard cohen. wouldn't want fear of repetition make me miss someone out, y'know.
Anyway, "Destination Memory" sounds like something that someone would sing at Lillith Fair.
I'm always changing my story.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time a cow got hit by a milk truck outside my house!? Ohmygodso...
It may have been the goat, but it is still funny.
...next to Donald Rumsfeld!
Totally like the Matrix.