Memory, what memory?
What was I doing?
There was a long pause as I stood and stared into the refrigerator. Confused, I stood there for a while longer trying to figure out what it was that I went there for. I know I went to the kitchen determined to get a specific item, but I had forgotten what it was from the time I started my journey no more than twenty feet away!
I settled for a glass of milk as I thought long and hard about whether I was losing my mind. I am much too young to be getting Alzheimer’s, or am I? Should I be concerned? I mean it was not like I left the oven on while I went out. Could that be next?
Why is it that some things we easily remember while other things we struggle to recall? I am amazed that I can easily recall certain details from my childhood yet I cannot remember what I had for lunch yesterday.
It has been said that our brains are wired like computers. This may be true in that there may only be so much storage space available. Perhaps it even goes further in that some of us have better quality “computers” than others. Do you think some of us our trying to operate with a no-name generic brain, while others have the top of the line model with an enhanced memory card?
We probably over-load our brains with useless day to day information. I would hate to think I forgot to put out the trash simply because I am subconsciously thinking about the TV show The Jersey Shore.
What about things that you accidentally over-hear? Is your brain also wasting time and resources processing other peoples' useless information? What about when you hear a song on the radio that you cannot get out of your head? Surely that continuous looping of information is taking away from something you should be remembering or doing!
The brain is still one of the most complex yet unknown things in the world. Or is it? I think I remember reading that somewhere. We may never know the answers to all these questions, heck, we might not even remember them. There is one thing for certain- thank goodness for my Outlook calendar!
Now where did I put that remote control?
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