Memories don’t always remember the truth.
Memories don’t always remember the truth.
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No, they don’t… and they vary from person to person – save event, totally different memories is not unusual, at all.
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Usually it is not a problem. Sometimes it can be devastating.
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Yes, that too.
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Ain’t that the truth? How many times have my brothers and I recalled a situation from our youth, only for us each to recall it differently? Which one is right??
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I have done the same and each of us swears we are telling the truth.
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I know. But my brothers always get things wrong! 😉
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But they remember what we believe to be the truth. Funny how that works!
Ginger
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It really is.
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There’s actually a physical reason why different folks have different memories of the same event: the hippocampus is where dreams are created and memories are sorted, which means our memories may be distorted to some degree or other by the dreaming process: https://elifesciences.org/articles/58874
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I did not know that. Makes sense.
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Often fuzzy
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It really is
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They don’t, but sometimes, that’s OK.
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I agree.
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So true! You have only to ask a sibling about a memory from your early childhood to conclude they must have group in a completely different family…
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Ha ha ha. So very true.
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Thank goodness.
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Ha ha ha. Yes.
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No they take on their own truth 💜
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Perfectly said.
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💜💜💜
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Thanks
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And fear is a classical example. And so many things around it I’ve polished and polished so that it only ever shines my way. Great post dear lady 😀
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Smart idea.
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Oh, and I just remembered. They did an experiment on film once where one guy stood in the center, and six other people stood all around him. They were all asked to give a description of what they could see. One said I could see their face, another said I could see the back of their head, another said they could only see an ear…and so on around the circle. They were all different…but all right. And then there is the emotions to which give it another dimension. Someone may not like the black clothes he was wearing so lowered an impression of that moment. 3D so to speak. So if someone says they saw an eagle flying high…it was probably a pelican with belly full of fish…our hopes and dreams will create anything we want. Now, about that chocolate party I’m sure you promised me and Ginger. Ah perspective, it has a lot of mirrors Pam 🤣
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Was my invitation lost in the ether?
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I’m not sure, all I heard was the word ‘chocolate’ 🤣
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Now if that ain’t the truth!
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I would never lie…
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Hmmmm, LOL
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