Here’s some food for thought: What’s the most memorable part of your life, and why?
Lying awake in bed makes me think about all the mistakes I’ve ever made. I’m not the only one that late nights have affected like this. Then I think about memories and how they’ve all impacted people (This is my way of drawing my thoughts away from the sadness that plagues late nights alone in bed.)
There are different kinds of memories beyond just good and bad. There are memories we can gather at the forefront of our heads, and there are also repressed memories, the memories we just try to forget. In the end, however, memories, even if you can’t immediately recall them, stay in your head forever. Sometimes, they take a little, or even a lot of, stimulus.
Just the other day, looking at one of my stuffed animals, one that I’ve regularly slept with since I was in first grade, struck me because it suddenly made me think of being in a hospital room with my mother and father, where my father was recovering from what I think was a heart attack. I was young and uninformed on the matter. My point is that such a small article made me recall a critical memory, one that’s impacted my growth as a person.
Memories happen like that. I won’t feign expertise on the topic of memories (I’ve only taken one class of Psychology at Dominican University of California.) However, like probably anyone reading this, I’ve been struck by memories.
Memories must happen for a reason. For example, if you get shocked every time you push a button, you’ll likely avoid the button; but if you get food every time you open the fridge door, you’ll likely go to the fridge whenever you’re hunger. That’s because memory helps you avoid getting hurt and do things that aid survival, which, in this case, is eat.
So what are those random memories like the one with my stuffed animal for? I really don’t know. Is it part of an expression of our humanity? Is it to foreshadow something you’ll be thinking of? You can’t always rely on memories either. I’ve heard a lot of people say that they have weird memories because they can only remember seemingly useless information. What is a weird memory?
What about dreams? I, for one, have mixed up reality and dreams on more than one occasion. Just the other night, I dreamt that I claimed writing a story on tapioca, but I woke up and checked my Yahoo Contributor account, and nothing had been added – though I wouldn’t mind taken on writing an article about one of my favorite cold milk tea additives. While I’m on the topic of food, I shall close this question of memories and how dreams and situations fake and elicit them respectively. I hope you keep your memories in mind after reading this food for thought.