Memory is a funny thing.
I remember learning about it in a
class once.
Can I remember everything I
learned about it?
No.
I remember there were stages.
Little compartments in our brain.
These compartments hold new and
old information.
There is only a small amount of
information a person can process at a time.
New information stays in short
term.
The old; long term.
It takes some time to get to long
term.
There are many steps along the
way.
There are different ways a person
recalls the information stored away in compartments.
People use their senses.
Memory can be skewed.
It can be changed.
People can be made to believe
things and forget things.
I have never been very good at
remembering specifics.
I wish I could.
I admire people who can.
People who know facts.
People who know an abundant
amount of information on a certain subject.
I admire that.
I wish I knew what it was like to
have a brain like that.
I remember people.
I don't think other people really
care about the people I remember.
I do.
I'm really good at remembering
people.
But people don't care what I know
about people.
I remember people I've
encountered for a few minutes.
I remember people I spent a few
days with.
I remember people I've known for
years.
I remember people I've lost touch
with.
I remember people I've never even
met.
I remember people I've taught.
I remember people who've cut my
hair.
I remember people who have served
me.
I remember people who've taught
me.
I remember people who've said hi
to me on the street.
I remember people who have given
me gifts.
I remember people I volunteered
with for a few hours.
I remember people who have come
into any of my work places.
I remember people I've talked to
at a booth.
I remember people who I've served
food to.
I remember people I've worked with.
I remember people I've sat next
to on the plane.
I remember people who have come
to unlock my car.
I remember people I have roomed
with.
I remember people I have been on
dates with.
I remember people who have walked
me home.
I remember people I had class
with.
I remember people I've stood in
line with.
I remember people who have rung
up my items at a store.
I remember people who stand
guarding stores.
I remember people who've let me
pet their dog.
I remember people who have given
me a job.
I remember people I've washed my
hands next too.
I remember people who have held
the door for me.
I remember people who I've seen
publicly speak.
I remember people I randomly meet
on the streets, in a store, at a game, at my door, at the park, at the zoo, at
a museum, at the theatre, etc.
I remember the people I meet
anywhere.
I think we tend to remember
things we find important or that we can relate to.
We tend to remember that in which
we experience,
that in which we enjoy and that
we attach a feeling to.
I think what people remember and
know tells a lot about who they are.
It helps a person see what’s
important to them, what they value in life and believe.
I used to think I didn’t know
hardly anything important.
I sometimes still do.
Coming to these conclusions
though, I think I’m ok with mostly just remembering things about people.
I love people.
I enjoy people.
I enjoy their experiences, their
talents, their stories, their dreams, their mistakes and their journey.
I enjoy learning from them.
Some people think I’m a teacher,
but I know I’ll always be the student.
