Well hello again, folks.
Here’s your pulpy pal with a pile of phrases and misspelled shenanigans. I’ve been quiet for a bit, and I apologize for that.
Well, then. First thing’s first.
I hear a rumor that a certain “show” is “coming back” on “April’ “Fool’s” “”. “”””””””””””””””””
Yeah, wow, I don’t know what to tell you, but apparently that’s a thing that is going to happen. Splendid, no?
I certainly thought so.
So, anyway. I figured I’d use this space for some good old fashioned rambling stream of consciousness and whatnot, today. To a degree, I suppose. I’ve had a few topics I thought might be interesting for me to ramble about, but I’ve decided to settle on one that I think about a lot, but rarely ever act on.
Also, my cheap knock-off doodling tablet (it was $30 on Woot.com several years ago) seems to have developed some dead zones, so my idea of supplementing my nonsense with imagery and visual nonsense isn’t going to fly. Sad, I know, but that’s life.
Well then, over one hundred words in and I haven’t even reached a topic yet. Woohoo! Record? It’s almost as if I forgot what I was going to talk about. Man, I should have written that down.
And that’s exactly it.
I don’t know about all you friendly folks out there, but I have very finicky memory. I can remember odds and random details about things I did years ago, and maybe some pointless things that don’t really benefit me. But awhile back, I was looking at some photos from a vacation I took. And lo and behold, until I saw the photos, I had no recollection of that having taken place. But once I saw the photo, it all came back to me, like a trigger. That’s the thing, though. That’s it exactly- it did come back. But what if I hadn’t seen the photo? What if I’d never taken the photo? Some philosophers or bored philosophy students may once have said that we are nothing but the sum of our memories. Well, if that’s the case, what happens when we forget them? Have we lost a part of ourselves? We had the experience, is that not enough? I mean, at the time that everything happened, we were there, and we were aware….
Okay, and just to head all y’all off at the pass here, I’m not talking about “forgetting” things because you (or I) were too drunk, high, tired, or stabbed to remember. I mean legitimate experiences when sober (and when not, but it’s the general case I’m talking about here) being forgotten.
I was poking through some photos and I came across a picture of me with a Duff Beer bottle (just like in the Simpsons) in front of garishly colored houses. Until I saw that photo, I had completely forgotten it was even taken. It brought back a piece of my memory I hadn’t even known I’d lost. There have been other cases too, but I’d be hard pressed to mention them to you unless I went back through all my old photo albums right now.
That’s what gets me. These short, transient experiences, here for a short time, a week here, a day there, so important while they’re going on and then just… gone. The daily routine is back, and everything else has been washed clean like the drawings on a trendy coffee-bar’s chalkboard.
I don’t want to lose my experiences.
A good friend of mine once expressed the same thing to me, and toward that end, they carried around a lil’ black notebook. Want to remember something? Write it the tzyck down, right then and there. It takes two seconds, and you’re good. That’s it. You want a refresher? Go back to the notebook.
For a time, I did this myself. When on vacation, for example, I’d write down all that I did that day into the notebook. Unfortunately, my handwriting is terrible, but I suppose it’s the thought that counts, no? But then I got lazy again. Well, pants.
We now live in an age where nearly everyone is carrying around a tricorder, only it doesn’t do medical stuff (usually) and the pictures it takes are better. Really want to remember something? Talk into the phone, have it take the message for you. Sure, it’ll get half the words wrong, but won’t it be fun deciphering, “Saw the greet spanks of Egypt, it was hissing its hose?” Or take a photo, I mean, I admit to being slightly depressed when everyone anywhere cool is just taking photos of everything, instead of just enjoying it for what it is, but maybe they’re just trying to remember it, too.
I guess that’s the key, finding a balance between enjoying something now, and saving a piece of it for later. You’re going to have to figure out what that means for yourself, I guess. Be it writing in a notebook, taking a photo, or dictating to your phone like you’re a Starfleet captain.
Personally, I wish I’d kept up the whole “nightly wrap-up” bit, like Doogie Howser, that and maybe little notes throughout the day. If you see something or experience something that makes a large difference in your life, well, yeah, you’ll probably remember it and have no problems. But imagine, thirty years down the line, thinking back to that day, that event, and then reading what your younger self thought at the time. I wonder how much you’ve changed.
I guess forgetting and remembering is a part of life, and that’s all there is to it. Even remembering the bad parts, though I’ll hope that we all focus on the good ones more. All memories have worth to us, I’m thinking.
So, in summary, I’ll just say that it would be cool if we all took some time to reflect, maybe write stuff down, or take a picture or whatever we choose. And if not, that’s cool too, I mean, who’s gonna know? I’m certainly not going to remember it….