I met up with some old friends of mine a couple weeks ago. I know many other people have had similar experiences, or have they?
The night started out same as usual, casual greeting and meeting while partaking of delicious food from an old restaurant favorite that has a tendency to put everyone in a nostalgic state of mind. After a quick tell everybody what your doing now a days ect, ect, ect. We began to really get down to business. When I mean business I refer to people testing my memory of events in years past that may or may not have occurred. I consider myself to have a fairly decent memory, but when remembering happenings of 4-8 years ago the details tend to get a little fuzzy for me and I have a hard time believing others remember then so clearly. Many of things I had a vague recollection of or I did not remember at all. There were a few that I remembered clearly but the memories I chose to remember are completely different than that of my friends.
It made me wish that I had done a better job recording my own thoughts and perspectives on certain issues so I could have some hard facts on how things really were instead of just taking other people's word for the things that I did.
Could you imagine if you let other people write your life story for you on a day by day basis? Think about it. Would you trust them to be accurate without adding their own bias into the picture? More importantly would they be able to capture and accurately represent your view points and thoughts? What kind of person could you trust with that type of responsibility? Could you find people to show your true colors, whether sassy, sophisticated, suave, sarcastic, humorous, intelligent, stubborn, stupid, or just plain dazzling.
How different do you think your past might become if you had to take someone else's word, whether you could remember what really happened or not.
I guess it's kind of the same thing as being able to see how you look through other people's eyes. I guess if you got to be the guest scribe for someone else you might really get a chance to take a walk in their shoes.
As I visited with friends I was reminded of my past by several different people. Some tell stories better than other. Some, in my own opinion, tell more accurate accounts of what really happened than others. Some stories were funny and others were serious stories that make you grateful that you made it through.
All in all if your life had many different authors a bystander could probably really tell what kind of affect you had on different people at the same or different stages in your life. You could understand what areas of your life you could improve on.
Anyway, that's just a little something that I have thought about a little over the last couple of weeks. If you think about it, tt might just blow your mind, or make you wish you hadn't spent time reading this.
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I have to say that it would be interesting to read somebodies bio of me. I'd like to compare it to the way things really are and were to me. I'm sure they would say I was just plain dazzling!
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I guess you could never go on that show "Amnesia"
I'm fascinated by the concept of memory. I think I have an excellent memory, but I'm also a recorder. I have much of my life written down and I've read through it over the years. But I haven't recorded everything and that's where my mind and memory get a little skewed.
Nostalgia is also warped because memory is basically how we choose to remember things. We edit a lot. I also think we take bits and pieces of our lives and consolidate it, remembering it as one event when it really spanned a few years.
How other people perceive others is interesting. Maybe that's why the good biographies are written about people who have a lot of autobiographical information to refer to such as letters, journals, etc. But how other people perceive you can say a lot about you as well.
Wow. Long comment. Good post.
FUKAI. I mean that is really deep. Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself. Gimme a holler sometime man, hanashimasho!
Mata ne.
I can't remember... are we brothers?
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