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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Artist: Sigur Rós Song: I Gaer [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Prompt via "Blogging Circle of Friends " Right now, I want to find the most "normal" thing to do and I want to just do that thing. If you've read my last entry, "Invalid Entry" You know when you see a photograph of yourself as a kid and you almost form a memory around it? Like, oh yes, I remember this day with the dinosaur shirt when you're really just remembering a picture you've seen of that day? I think memories work like that a lot. I haven't really researched memory very much, so this isn't a scientifically-based response at all, but I think the past is so easy to alter. When my brothers and I talk about our childhood, we each remember different parts of it. Overwhelmingly, we remember the same state of existence. We remember the same general atmosphere of our childhood home. But all of us remember different specific incidents that happened. My brother will say something and I don't remember what he's talking about at all. Then he'll describe it in greater detail and I'm like, okay, maybe I do remember that. Then the next time he brings up that event, I already have the base memory that he gave to me during the previous conversation on the topic. Instead of waiting for him to explain the situation, I can fill in the blanks as though it's my memory. Especially if you're someone who has dealt with gaslighting, memory is a tricky thing. When you have people who are willing to dodge blame by saying, "Oh that didn't happen." Or, "That didn't happen how you think it did." You start to question your ability to trust your own memories. I think about that often. Did that happen like I think it did, or did my memory somehow get skewed? There's always going to be a disconnect between personal memories and the way others know your history. No one is inside your head experiencing your memories. Even if they were there at the time, they're never going to be able to remember things from your perspective because they never had your perspective to begin with. As far as other people's past though, I really like knowing the mundane details. I don't want to know about the big picture major events in someone's life. It's not as interesting to me as the day-to-day. When I was a kid, my grandparents talked about their lives together in Chicago. I wanted the details of their apartment floor plan. And I'd ask questions like, "Where were the windows? What could you see out of the window? What stores were around? Did you like to walk anywhere? What were your favorite restaurants? How much was rent? Was it furnished?" I remember having the exact conversation above with my grandparents. I loved to watch and listen to them reminisce on their life together 40 years before. I didn't particular care about my mother's birth story or their wedding story or a vacation they took. Not that I wouldn't listen to that, but I tried to steer them in the direction of more unremarkable things. Because all of those unremarkable things make up the remarkable history of a person. It isn't the big events that occur once in a lifetime, it's all the things in between. Looking back, I think this is what got me into journal writing at such a young age. I remember going to a museum and reading these very old journals from people just describing their day of making dinner or washing clothes or hunting or whatever. I thought it was so cool to have an account of that history because it's so much more important than those one-time things that are remembered whether they're written or not. Plus, collecting those details is a great way to preserve your own memory. Did that happen the way I think it did? Oh yeah, I have a written account from that day right here to reference. Can't argue with that. |