The Art of Recalling

Hello there! I realised I don’t usually address you until the end of a blog post, and that’s generally to say ‘goodnight campers!’ ‘Until tomorrow campers!’ ‘Have a good one campers!’

So hello to you.

I’m not sure if I’ve addressed this before. (I know I’ve definitely thought it before, but perhaps never formulated it in words for you before. I quickly scanned the various blog posts about music but none of them jumped out at me.)

(At second glance, this one did. But I’m going to stray from that a little bit so I’m not constantly repeating myself.)

I was listening to a song earlier today and I realised that I like it because it’s talking about me. Literally. The song was all about me and my situation and my life and -wait, what do you mean, that singer has never met me before? But the song was about me!

I like that. I like it when a song perfectly settles in your heart and you feel as if every word was pulled from your own soul. (That sounded very deep and poetic. I’m not usually like that. I think it was a bit too teenager-no-one-understands-me for my usual taste but it’s what I mean, so I’ll keep it.)

But this is becoming too similar to that other blog post. What I more want to concentrate on is the fact that two people can both love the same song, and these two people can both perfectly relate to it, and these two people can both be thinking it means something completely different.

Groovy, huh.

That’s the thing with music. It can be so easily moulded into someone’s heart and they can feel understood. (And then you watch the music video and it’s totally bizarre and wrong to the music video in your mind and you wonder why they didn’t go with your idea.)

Same with movies. I noticed it today, actually. A few of us were watching Doctor Who, as you do, and someone said they remembered the episode perfectly. I made a comment about a crucial element to the plot, and they didn’t understand it. Because they had forgotten. But I thought they remembered it perfectly? It’s just that that one specific detail that was important enough for my brain to remember was disregarded in theirs. They remembered the details important in their mind. It’s like, we can all watch the same thing but get something completely different out of it.

For instance, one of my sisters is really good with remembering dates. She’ll remember that I ate a piece of pineapple on the 18th of July 2003. It’s just how her mind works. I’m not so much like that, but I will remember exactly what I was wearing at an event. If you tell me a day I’ll say ‘I was wearing this with this’ because that’s how my brain works. I recall memories based on what I was wearing and based on how confident I felt in these clothes.

But what I find funny is how our brain remembers things incorrectly. How is it that two people are so sure the same event happened differently? When both fully believe they are correct. It happens with my family all the time. Someone will be telling a funny story from the past, and everyone will add in a small detail they remember. Every now and then though, someone will say “No, I said that” or “That was at Christmas, not Easter” or “you did that mean thing, not me!”

But why do both parties think they’re right? Trips me out.

Anyway. This post kind of lost direction, but it somehow connected in my line of thinking.

Goodnight to you, camper 😉

Sarah xx

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