“How do you know which of your memories are genuine and which have been altered over time or even made up?”
I don’t really know. I wouldn’t trust my memory at this point. My husband would often say that my memories are so different from how things have actually transpired.
This is very timely because around 3:32 pm today, my sister messaged me through Whatsapp saying:
F: You know, when I was a kid — you told me that “classic literature” means Anne Rice books
Of course my answer is:
J: Why would I say that? I would never say that.
F: I only knew of her because of you. How else would I know about Anne Rice? I was probably 9 years old back then (she was calculating the time that I was with them for a semester break in college)
J: We probably had a convo about A.R. but definitely not in that context
F: No, you said, “Harry Potter isn’t classic — Anne Rice is classic”
J: Why in the world would I say that?!
F: How should I know?!
Then, I mentioned how timely our convo is especially that Fandango’s Provocative Question is about memory.
Her reply was:
F: Your memory isn’t altered — it’s been totally erased.
My mom has also discredited two of my ridiculously vivid memory of the stories she’s told me when I was young. First: about how she’s supposedly seen a ghoulish kid with red eyes when she was young and that kid stared at her for the longest time and that’s why she believed in ghosts and spirits.
Now she says, she does believe in evil spirits because that’s what the Bible says but never did she tell me about the ghoulish kid.
Second: She told me that there’s this Bible story about how kids were making fun of someone and God punished them by transforming them into bears. I told her that as a grown up, I’ve looked it up and there wasn’t any story sembling that one.
My mom said she’s never told me that story, but I promise, that was super clear in my head.
I don’t know how reliable my memories are right now.
Were they severely altered by anesthesia? Or the near-death experience? LOL. How should I know.