Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Memories, all alone in the moonlight

Today I forgot my ipod and found the walk to the subway rather pleasant allowing the thoughts to brew in my head. Here's what I was thinking about:

What do you call it when an event is too crazy to be reality but too normal to be a dream? People often say I should be a writer but I can only write about what I know. Unfortunately for me, my life is rather boring. Even what I consider to be my most exciting times are nothing more than a classic soap opera or, at best, just another episode of 90210 or Gossip Girls. This is unlike my cousin whose daily life is better than any show on television. Too bad I can't write about him; trust me, I tried.

But my real interest today is about memories. It is common knowledge that memories fade as time goes by. The day after a test it is a surprise if I remember any of the material. In the same accord, I'm sure most people can't remember what they had for breakfast two weeks ago. From a psychological point of view, importance of the memory has a lot to do with it.

Have you you ever had a dream that you remember so vividly when you wake up but by midday that dream seems to have dissipated from your mind? What's odd to me is when this happens with real events from the night before.

Let me set up a hypothetical for you:

You tell your friend a secret at night. You go to sleep. When you wake up you are reminded of this specific detail from last night. As the day goes on, the memory of telling that secret gets "fuzzy" and by the end of the day you wonder if it ever really happened. Perhaps you just dreamed it? Who knows.

End hypothetical

Has anyone else been through a similar scenario? I find it to be extremely frustrating. Obviously you rarely can ask people if your memory is correct because it is too embarrassing. So, instead, you must live out your day wondering what was real and what was merely a figment of your imagination.

What I do remember is how confident I am about specific memories the next morning. I have to trust myself that my recollection closest to the event is the correct one; even if this means unpleasant things really did happen. This is not a time for wishful thinking.

Just food for thought.
Don't forget that.

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