Fandango’s following up the paradox of life and death with another head scratcher in Fandango’s Provocative Question # 17 …. hmmmm.
“How do you know which of your memories are genuine and which have been altered over time or even made up?”
In two words, “I don’t.” I have memories as far back as two years old, which I’m fairly certain aren’t “real” memories but rather ones my mind has created over the years from photographs. There have been many, many “memories” that, when I’ve shared with family who were also present, bring about furrowed brows, glazed eyes and a general “huh?” “whatcha talkin ’bout Sis?” reaction. And, no, it doesn’t bother me.
My question would be more “Does it matter?” Past is past, it’s over and whether it’s a “truth,” a “fact,” or a construct of my mind really doesn’t matter to me. There are many “memories” that my mind has altered. One of the things you learn when you have PTSD is that the mind is capable of astounding things. It can alter reality in a flash, usually in the form of memories. I have bad memories that are graphic and clear, and frightening, but manageable. I have others that are fuzzy and indistinct, I have still others that have been changed to the point of unrecognizability. And, of course, there are some I’ve just plain made up to replace ones I’ve lost.
“How can I tell,” said the man, “that the past isn’t a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?”
―Douglas Adams,The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“Time affords us the ability to blame past errors on others while whole heartedly pronouncing our future successes.”―Douglas Adams
So, I say if my memories aren’t “real” tough. Personally my brain is full anyway and, hey you have to delete some stuff, right? Oh and, hand me my rose tinted glasses, will ya?
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP