Which one are you? The one that slips by unnoticed? The neutral tidbit that gets lodged in my mind forever? Or are you the one that slams into my heart always to be part of me, leaving me wondering why? Wondering how life would have been different without you? Are you the one that I lather, rinse, repeat because I do it over and over and over, for good or for bad? Memories seem to come in three categories: Habits…