Ran into a very very old GF at a party last week. one strange encounter


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Oct 1, 2010
I have a brother who insists that his memories are THE memories. That we (my siblings) should all remember our shared life events exactly the same. He is visibly angry when we either don't remember or remember things differently.
That's exactly what my sister does. And yet, her memories are completely different from everyone else's, not to mention documented medical history.

I hope that one day she gets the help she needs. But I seriously doubt she will as according to her she's never wrong, has never done anything she should apologize for, everything is always everyone else's fault and everyone owes her an apology. It's only cost her her entire family and she's in her 60s, so I'd say the Vegas odds are against it.

Anyway, back to the main topic...

Some 20-ish years ago, my parents had come for a visit. We went to a local restaurant and while waiting to be seated, this young, short woman standing by a booth smiled and waved at me. I kinda smiled and waved back, but my expression must have betrayed my confusion (there's a reason I don't play poker). She walked up and asked how I was doing. That was when I recognized her. We had dated for four months only a year before. I'm surprised she remembered me, as she was already on her second relationship and first marriage since our attempt at dating.

As for high school reunions, I'm glad we wear name tags. I had trouble recognizing them long before I had my current job, where I meet dozens or hundreds of people in a regular day, or 20-30,000 at a weekend event.

johnny k

Doctor of Teleocity
Jan 15, 2011

As for memories, you remember that hitchcock movie where a car accident was seen differently by 3 people standing from different view points ?


Friend of Leo's
Dec 10, 2017
Tokyo, Japan

Funny, I was thinking about this very thing just yesterday. For some reason I remembered someone from my hometown who called me “Peter” a few years ago when we bumped into each other.

I’ve lived outside my country for over twenty years, and longer away from my hometown. I’ve had several encounters when returning where I’ve totally failed to remember a person who clearly knew me. And, vice versa. I suspect it’s normal.

Yesterday I was wondering if this is just what happens, like as if our brains run sort of cleaning routines and sort out what we need to remember and where they can clear space?