Memories are what the brain uses to store information. Each day, we unconsciously store away specific events to remember later on down the road. Of course, we have absolutely no control over what we do and do not remember. For the most part, the mundaneness of daily life slips away, and soon we forget what we had for lunch two weeks ago. However, occasionally there are events that are left branded in our mind for the rest of eternity. Sometimes these occurrences are positive, but more often than not, they’re painstakingly embarrassing. For example, no matter how much I try, I will never forget the time I stuttered through my SGA Vice President speech in front of the whole school. Interestingly, though, this lasting memory of mine is only mine and is, more likely than not, forgotten by the rest of the witnesses.
If you know me well, you know I have a very poor memory. I typically only recall emotionally scarring events (like the one mentioned above). Even worse, I am completely incapable of remembering faces of those I’m close too, unless they’re a family member or a very close friend. Embarrassingly enough, for the first month of my relationship with my now ex-boyfriend, I desperately struggled to remember what he looked like when recalling memories from our dates.
Despite my poor power of recollection, I am fascinated with the concept of memories. I find it interesting that I can remember trivial facts, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what I learned last week in Modern Euro when it comes time for the test. As a self-proclaimed control freak, I find my inability to remember increasingly frustrating. I want to remember every detail of every event, both happy and not so happy. As a result, I have started to force memories. I use a sort of memorization that helps me chronicle my life—I know, it is strange. However, when I am old and decrepit, I don’t want to remember the formulas I memorized for Algebra. No, instead, I want to remember the time I stayed up until 3 am laughing my ass off while browsing Scoobypdia with my best friend. So, I remind myself daily of these events. In my short span of 18 years I have had too many incredible things happen to forget them in a matter of minutes.
So, if you are memory-challenged like me, or even if you aren’t, try committing some of your life events to memory. Don’t let your brain unconsciously control you. Take the reigns and remember both the big and little things alike.