Greetings. Thank you for clicking and listening. Welcome to Musing Interruptus, where you can listen and read along to random thoughts on random situations. You can also send your answers in on Anchor… I’d love to hear them. Today… I almost forgot to remember.
Do you ever swear (undeniably confirm) that you remember things one way, only to realize or be told that you are undeniably mistaken? Childhood memories, discussions, who said what. Things that may have never been said. Sometimes my memory is like a photograph, others, I can hear the words, I see the placement of things and words on a page. It can be uncanny (causing anxiety).
Memories are fickle (changing), unworthy of trust. Wait, is that right? Is this a selective memory? Memories. Am I right? Or am I right? The light and colors in memories can be so luminous (bright), full of color, and sometimes feeling. Other times, the intensity of the feelings might be lost. Faded. Which is a good thing. Think about it, the end of a love affair, the death of a loved one, an embarrassing moment at school. These are not things I care to remember in full detail and intensity.
Speaking of school… remember exams? Ahhh I hated the jitters (nerves) during exams. Watching the seconds and minutes rush to the end of class, knowing the answer was on the tip of my tongue (almost able to remember), regretting not paying a bit more attention in class. The information came in one ear and out the other. Ahhh, I lost my train of thought (line of reasoning).
I was talking about memories and our capacity to remember. It can be frustrating to see someone from the past and have the feeling (to believe something) you know them and not be able to place them (identify where you know them from) or what feels worse, not be able to remember their name. Having to say, could you please repeat your name or admit their name has just slipped your mind (forgot completely). Wait, the worst situation has to be when a person or a situation simply does not ring a bell (to have no idea or memory). That is crazy town. It could also be a con (persuasion used to take advantage or abuse you). Anyway, honesty remains the best policy, there is no real harm in asking that person to refresh your memory (help you remember).
Train sounds…
The train. I remember! I remember what I was doing here in the first place. I was making a shopping list. I have to go shopping. Right!
Anyway, what was I talking about? Ah yes, my shopping list. Do you ever come home and realize you didn’t buy the one thing you actually needed? I’m listening.
