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#983119 added May 9, 2020 at 12:05am
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Lies, Damned Lies, and Memories
All memories are inaccurate.

PROMPT May 9th

Choose an event in your life that someone else remembers differently. Describe both memories and debate the differences. Who do you think is right? Why do you think you remember it differently?


When I was a kid, I loved astronomy. Okay, I still do. But when I was young, my father would take me out on cold winter nights and point out stars and planets, and I was fascinated. For a few minutes, until I got cold.

The only thing that kept me from being an astronomer is that I absolutely despise the cold, and in my voracious reading on the subject, I discovered that mountaintop telescopes are generally not heated. Fuck that. Next idea. Hell, I turned down admission to MIT because I didn't think I'd survive a Boston winter. Cambridge. Whatever.

Point is, I remember seeing Jupiter's moons without optical aids.

Now, this isn't completely unreasonable. People have reported seeing the Big Four, or a subset thereof, for centuries, and some probably saw them before Galileo resolved them in his telescope, but they didn't know what they were seeing. It's rare, but it happens.

Thing is, I also remember wearing glasses to correct astigmatism as a kid. It's unlikely that both of these memories are accurate. I'm going to go with the "glasses" one because I also remember seeing a class photo of Kid Me with a goofy haircut wearing goofy glasses.

So why do I remember seeing Io, Callisto, Ganymede, and/or Europa? Probably because I wanted it to be true that I was one of the few who could resolve them with the naked eye. I'm far more certain that, at some point, I saw them through a telescope or binoculars, and later conflated that memory with observing the Jovian system without lenses.

I don't have a direct response to the prompt. That would require me talking to someone I've known for a long time, probably at length, and that's not going to happen. The thing with Jupiter's moons is as close as I'm going to get to it.

But it's not just me. Science has known for a long time now that memories are usually distorted, often confused, and sometimes flat-out false. There was a whole scare back in the 80s and 90s involving Satanic ritual abuse of children. It was a Big Deal at the time; in those pre-internet days, the "news" still spread around the country like wildfire. The problem is, as I recall (which could mean nothing), not a single one of those allegations turned out to be true and, moreover, most of them were connected with a single psychologist who was found to be encouraging false memories in older "survivors" of this "epidemic." It would have been mildly amusing if the allegations hadn't resulted in the ruination of several innocent caretakers.

Or, again, so I recall. The details are fuzzy and I can't be arsed to look them up, because the whole thing was just so stupid and unbelievable... and yet otherwise rational people believed it. Some say the Salem Witch Trials were the result of ergot poisoning or some such, but I maintain that it was just simple human herd mentality, the same mentality that caused people to actually believe that there was systematic abuse of children in the name of The Dark Lord, or the herd mentality that insists that covid-19 is a hoax.

What I can be arsed to look up are citations for my assertion that memory is unreliable.

https://www.healthline.com/health-news/mental-memory-is-unreliable-and-it-could-...

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/hidden-motives/201203/unreliable-memory

An excerpt from this second one:

We tend to think that memories are stored in our brains just as they are in computers. Once registered, the data are put away for safe-keeping and eventual recall. The facts don’t change.

But neuroscientists have shown that each time we remember something, we are reconstructing the event, reassembling it from traces throughout the brain. Psychologists have pointed out that we also suppress memories that are painful or damaging to self-esteem. We could say that, as a result, memory is unreliable. We could also say it is adaptive, reshaping itself to accommodate the new situations we find ourselves facing. Either way, we have to face the fact that it is “flexible.”


So, it doesn't matter what the memory is. Someone else is always going to remember it differently. Their recollection will be wrong. So will yours. Even if it's on video, you're not going to remember accurately the things outside the frame, or your emotions, or what you were thinking, or any number of thousands of other details. You may be absolutely certain that events unfolded in a certain way, were caused by this, led to that, whatever, but you are wrong.

I probably didn't see Jupiter's moons without aid. I'm pretty sure my father wrapped me in a blanket and mispronounced "Betelgeuse." I know for damn sure it was cold, because I remember freezing my little tuchis off and it usually is cold on nights when you can see Betelgeuse, and besides, the blanket. It was a red and white plaid thing with a weird, stiff, brown plastic fringe, and I have no idea what became of it. But do I really know for damn sure, or am I mixing different memories and filling in the blanks?

You can never know for sure, but there are some things that you want to know for sure; in my case, that my father encouraged me to love science and learning, so whatever memories reinforce that, I'll keep.

"Who do you think is right?" Both. And neither. Life is about reconciling what you think are your memories with what you wanted to happen, what you want to happen, and how you want to feel in the present.

And I'm okay with that.

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