Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Google-Me

I want someone to invent a way for me to Google my own mind. I get very frustrated with my inability to retain information in my brain. I remember most of the important stuff. But there are so many gaps, so many holes. And I don't realize what hasn't been retained until it is too late. I love Facebook because I've been reconnecting with folks from college and high school and junior high- even back to elementary school. I get a little concerned, though, because I sometimes connect with people who clearly remember me... and I don't clearly remember them. They seem to have fond memories of me... and I have to fake my memories of them. The name will be familiar. The face will be familiar. If I can get enough information out of the person, I will eventually remember them again. But it is a process to get to that point. So I need a Google system that can search my brain. That can pull up my memories. That can keep it all organized and accessible. If I had that kind of system in my brain, I wouldn't have forgotten my promise to send gifts to people!! (I obviously missed the one month window on that one. So... Mim, Isabella, Alix, c3... I will be in touch soon. If I remember.) The saddest and hardest part about my messed up brain is that the memories of my children fade. I try to journal or blog or write as much as I can about them. But I can't just call up pictures in my head of Teagan as a baby. I clearly remember the moment she was born. I clearly remember her not touching her first birthday cake. But so many of the little things have faded away in these few short years. Maybe that is why I take "too many" pictures. And write down "too many" details. I have to store it somehow. I have to be able to call it up again someday. I have a little print out on my wall at my desk here at work: As we grow up, we learn that even the one person who wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken more than once and it is harder every time. You'll break hearts, too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast. You will lose someone you love. So take too many pictures. Laugh too much. Love like you've never been hurt.

7 comments:

C. Beth said...

I wish I could capture these memories of my kids more clearly too. Even Zoodle standing at the trash can a minute ago, figuring out how to open it. So much learning and discovery and cuteness.

sassymo said...

Hmmm, I think I could use a Google brain feature too, sometimes. Taking pics, blogging and journaling are such great ways to treasure and remind us later on of all the ways we've been blessed.

Mim said...

I don't have a particularly good memory either. My childhood memories are few and indistinct. I don't think there's any particular reason for it, I'm just not good at details. When I went to my high school 20 year reunion last year there were many many people who clearly remembered me well but who I struggled to recall at all.

I wish I'd discovered blogging when David was a baby, at least there are plenty of photos, but I've not recorded all those cute things said and funny incidents that those early years are full of (and which I've mostly forgotten).

I haven't forgotten the gifts I owe people, I wish I did have that excuse but no, I've just been slack LOL

Alix said...

LOL, Liz...

No worries at all. I know you're good for "it." And just so you know... I can't remember squat either. Thanks for reminding me you owe me a gift.

Love ya!

Jim and Garret said...

You can never take too many pictures! I've got so many from this trip and have already looked back at a few and smiled at the awesomeness.

Garret

CaJoh said...

Very well put. I tend to remember things that I have read and it is interesting when I am scouring the bookshelf looking for that reference that I know is there in order to quote it.

I have had a few times when someone to whom I even know well tells a story of something that they know happened and I have no recollection of— even though I was there. I jokingly say that I blame it on the Aliens who use my memories for their own entertainment.

darsden said...

How adorable is that video...too cute!