I’m a memorable person.
More accurately, I’m a rememberer. I remember things.
This is why people think I’m smart. I’m not that smart.
I’m just good at remembering, and I love to remember. I’ve been defined as a visual-learner, with a close-to-photographic memory, so people naturally assume that I simply remember the optics of a situation. In reality, I remember emotions. I remember feelings. I remember aches.
Aches is the closest word I can come up with. Some would use nostalgia; C.S. Lewis would call it sensucht. It’s something that pulls you away from the present moment into a timeless point in which you can almost grasp it before ‘poof!’ it’s gone. What I’m trying to say is that it’s not a bad thing. Just…a thing.
Being an ‘achey’ person, I have a hard time communicating this to people. They generally assume I’m not happy because I miss something from years ago. But that is not the case; I’m still happy – just achey that day.
It’s important to remember. (I think I’m being objective about this, and not just placating my own freakish nature.) Remembering is the filter with which we process everything coming at us today.
The trick is using the right filter.
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
WK
