Saturday, November 21, 2009

Memory: the awkward and the pleasantly ddd

After Shelbi sent me a funny video about awkward moments, a bunch of memories came back like the 80s have fashion: a ridiculous flood. I don't have an amazing memory that stuns people; I have an awkward, good memory that gets me into troubling situations. Andrea can name all the times she hasn't believed me because I remembered something trivial from AGES ago and how we've fought over who was really dreaming (for the record, she dreamt, I spoke of reality). Unfortunately, the extent of the trouble has no bounds.
At school, I have to suppress my memory so people don't think I'm a stalker. Feel free to laugh if that image seems odd. Sometimes I can't help but remember weird details that no one should remember. Also, it bugs classmates because no one likes someone who knows the answer to a question unless it's going to win them something (or they want to cheat--the biggest reason I remind myself that I don't know anything). Even then, the geek is often not accepted for their knowledge. Friends have threatened to break my wrist over remembering things I just can't help remembering. Hence, I try to avoid groups and shut up my brain when it thinks it knows something it doesn't. They don't want me to tell them about whatever article I just read, and I don't want anyone to think I'm a know-it-all. I'm really not. I don't know much of anything. I just love learning.
It's not all bad, I should probably add. Because I don't throw it all out there with a big personality, I'd like to think I have quality friendships and I know how to organize a project that helps everyone feel good about working together. My memory allows me to recall stories that some people think are entertaining. When I was leaving EAS, a friend told me that they'd miss hearing my funny home stories. Another friend recently told me that they appreciate my intelligence (and creativity and mellow, cute disposition). I'm glad because there's no point in me enjoying information if no one wants to hear it. Hold it in is useless. It's like that silly Veggietales story about the man who had all of the bananas and the man who had all of the strawberries. I can learn all I want, but it's nothing until I pass it on.
Even as I say that, more awkward situations than pleasant ones pop into my head. Like I somehow remembered the name of the guy sitting next to me in a class from roll call before we were introduced, so I kind of new his name before the appropriate time. :S Or how I can't recall most of one campmeeting. I honestly don't recall much of the year before the last one (or maybe it was the year before that? It's too late for thinking) and it gets awkward when I'm with those friends and I just don't remember. What's weirder than the things I remember is what I don't remember.
It's works out. What's the point in living if we don't live forward? A little bad reminds us that there's plenty to come and we'll just have to experience it to satisfy our hungry curiosity.The future will always pwn the past.
I've rambled enough. I'll share another of my favorite deviants and some links after I sleep off Andrea's delicious cookies.
Until the next post, and as always, take care! 8)
 p.s. I forgot to add that my right leg is definitely longer than my left. That explains my lack of balance. I'm too tired to fit this in properly. I'm sure with sleep I could come up with something mildly cohesive.

1 comment:

  1. Number 1: You dreamt, I spoke of reality
    Number 2: Thank you for saying my cookies were delicious.
    Number 3: Awesome, deep, thoughtful post.