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QUESTION: Would you want to remember every detail of your life? Why or why not?
Talk about it….
Oh, … would have to say, I remember most of it already.
Just wouldn’t want to re-live the physical pain some of it had caused.
Still have nerve damage in my left hand & foot.
If you dwell or remember all the bad stuff I feel sorry for you. Look back at the good things if you have to look back.
I find as you get older you most remember the good times. I kept a journal/dairy of what I was doing from age 14 to 25 . Not for every day, but would write what I did who I spend time with, hopes, dreams, who I met, dated etc.
For years it was stashed away then one day in the late nineties I took those journals out and read them again. The time I was an au pair, I obviously had a very active social and dating life. I had to laugh when I read the diary, often I would write, I’m having a wonderful time, everybody is so nice to me. Then one the same page I would mention how sick I was of things (that usually meant someone I was dating, was no dependable) obviously I had was a little schizophrenic about my life then. Looking back all these years late my time as an au pair and the 2 years I lived in New York City after that were the best and most exciting of my life.
Nah, it would boggle my mind….
I have childhood memories going back to when I was about three or four that I remember quite vividly, but some adult memories can be a little foggy. I can remember certain events, but sometimes I can’t remember what led up to them. Forgetting some details doesn’t bother me, I can live with it.
As I just wrote in another post I kept a diary for about 11 years, reading it as a mature adult years later was quite an eye opener. I had been an au pair in Westport Ct. for almost 2 years, and decided to go back to Denmark for about 3 months, or perhaps decide if I should come back to the states or stay in Denmark.
I had been dating someone for 3 months, we had unbelieveable chemistry, and had a lot of fun together. He was in the air force in Maine. When I told him I was going back to Denmark (over the phone) he said he would try to come to Westport the last week end before I left, but couldn’t promise. He called me a Thursday night and said I will be in Westport at 1 a.m. meet me at the Westport diner. I was ectsatic. When I was off from my au pair duties, about 9 p.m. I went down to the local hang out to meet friends. A guy I knew asked me to a party, I considered him a friend no more. I accepted, but told him he had to promise to take me to Westport diner at 1 p.m. because I was meeting Steve there. He promised, everyone new Steve and I were dating. When 1 a.m. rolled around he refused to take me. Finally after yelling at him he did, I was 20 minutes late no Steve. I called him the next day and apologized. That night we had a date and had a good time. The next night Saturday, there was a big party at someone’s house, I told Steve about it, we all knew eachother he knew the guys that had the party and where they lived. At 11 p.m. the night of the party, no Steve. I was called him an asked when he was coming, he said he was in a bad mood and we would just get into a fight. We fought over the phone he refused to change his mind. I was so upset and drank too much. He called me the next morning, and we spend the day together. I left for Denmark a day later. While I was in Denmark Steve was send to Korea. I came back to the US, end of December. Moved to New York City, Steve got back from Korea in June, we continued to date for more than a year. While I was in Denmark he told my friends he was mad that I stood him up. For years all I remembered was that he didn’t show up to the party before I was to leave. When I read my diary I saw my part of it. Like Steve said “Hanna you don’t go to a party with another guy when you have a date”. I was 23 and wanted as much out of life as possible. Again I was not going out with the other guy, I considered him a friend and just wanted to kill the time until I could meet Steve at 1 a.m. Of course Steve was right.
You mean other people don’t remember every detail of their life? 😲
I’d be happy to remember why I walked into the room.
Took a while to find which website this was on
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Exactly!
No – I remember too much anyway
As long as I remember to get up in the morning, I’m a happy camper…
I’d be happy if I could remember even 40%. More like I would be happy if 40% of events were memorable.
So far, I still remember most of it.My housemate who recently passed away at the age of 99, didn’t write on the back of photographs (and she had a TON of photographs) cuz she thought she’d always remember. At 99 years old, she did not remember. At lease not always…..
In the town of broken dreams
The streets are filled with regret
Maybe down in Lonesome Town
I can learn to forget ……
I was just listening to Ricky Nelson’s greatest hits in my pickup yesterday.
Lets see, did I have three or four cocktails, can’t remember
I would like to forget more than remember.
Here’s another song lyric…
You’re breaking my heart
Tearing it apart
So FORGET YOU!
Did I remember that right?
@DR. JELLYFINGER…You almost got the lyrics right, old Mr. Nilson could really put things in perspective.
close….probably a more appropriate recitation for this board.
Dr Jelly,
That’s close enough for government work.
On the Ustafish, that was our official field day song.
I LOVED Harry Nilsson!! Still have a few of his albums.
Every day since October of 1980. Met the love of my life. I wouldn’t change anything before that either as it”s simply learning experiences but that’s my favorite and always will be. I wish everyone could be so blessed. I know our favorite Roz is.
Nah. My moral compass is very much intact.
I’m still an optimist and have passed the good character test. Anything else is given up to Jesus. I am humbled by my good fortune even as I laugh at my pure cussedness when occasion calls for fury. A good enough life and a clean conscience is golden. But I am simple like that. Did I miss the mark again? 😄
As I wrote in other posts here I kept a journal/diary for about 11 years, that certainly helps to refresh your memory. When I read about certain people, events experiences, I remember it like it was yesterday. I consider it a special gift you get to relive the good times over and over, and the bad. However, as I get older the bad fades away and the good stands out. I think I have a very good memory about the past. When I talk to my Danish girlfriend on the phone (She lives back East) I remember more about growing up in Denmark than she does. We both love movies, I love to talk movies, but often when I mention a scene or quote from a movie she will not remember, where as I do. Not sure why, perhaps I’m more impressionable. Some movies that I really love I have seen more than once. From here to eternity, Casablanca, other’s as well. She often says to me how do you remember all that. I do have other friends that like can quote lines from a movie or what it was about.
@HANNE JEPPESEN….Here’s a line from the 1980 classic movie “Motel Hell” with Rory Calhoun….” There’s all kinds of critters in Ma Vincent’s fritters”.….and the movie trailer…https://youtu.be/e2aFGvT658k?si=6j0j6cDEMKp_oYKq
If I could remember all of it, good and bad… well that would be a draw.
But if I could remember all those things I’d never have wasted probably 6 months of my life wandering around looking for my car keys, cell phone, sunglasses, etc. so that’s the tie breaker for me.
Let me remember all of it.