Bad & Good Memories
Good Memories are short term memories. We humans tend to dwell on Bad Memories, stir the stew day after day and tell others the BM, any one who will listen, we tell them; strangers on the subway, grocery store check out lines, or seated at the car-wash. All we need is one ear and we will recount the now embellished story of bad luck, depressed situations and children gone wrong.
By now the story has plowed a furrow in our putty brain which will stick there ready to be called up at any moment and recounted once again for the rest of our natural life. This is how long term memory is formed and fed the negative aspects of our lives. Nations even build monuments to these absolutely awful events in our nation’s history on the ‘lest we forger’ theory. How, I ask you, could we possibly forget?
Good Memories are seldom told over and over. We perceive them as boring and therefore difficult to remember. We do not like to re-tell them and no one really enjoys hearing them either. So they do not stay around long enough to plow a furrow in our putty brain.
We wonder why we forget things so easily. We may even see a physician on the matter. Believe me, the forgetfulness is self induced. We did not dwell upon the happening long enough to plow a furrow.
The memory easily recounts what it dwells upon.
Good memories leave with slightest BM breeze.
Good memories never were allowed to take root and grow in receptive, worked and turned furrows.
How many funny happy ending movies do we remember (besides It’s a Good Life)? That particular movie is reintroduced to us each and every holiday season, plowing a furrow in our putty brain.
The point here is, we remember the bad sad ones ending in death or trauma or hopeless futures for the leading characters. We remember the song that was sung as the credits rolled up the screen. Then every time we hear that song, we remember the sad movie, sometimes word for word. We may even re-shed tear or two.
So if you are one of the ones who believes that you are losing your mind, remember to feed it better memories so that the putty brain can hold many deep fertile furrows to grow more good memories, even if you are only able to share them with yourself on a rainy day.
Good luck today with your memory garden.
Happy New Year: 2009
COMMENT from Sioux:
I must agree, although sometimes the bad memories become weeds that can take over your memory garden, impeding the growth of good-memory flowers. I believe that wonderful, positive people (such as you TurtleWoman), can act as weedkillers and you should surround yourself with them at all times. Otherwise, it will take a complete turning-over of soil to start again, which is never a happy point in life.Everyone should have at least one Native American for a dear and close friend, if for no other reason than calm sanity for the soul. After a while, Grandfather Spirit will move upon your Native American friend and give you a new name. That is the greatest gift of all.
Filed under Aging | Comment (0)Depression & Christmas 2008
Once upon a time in a state of wide strides and open thought there was a group of men who decided to become the biggest insurance company of them all. They held board meetings at the SPA and decided their future on private planes to lovely Caribbean islands and used legal off shore banking, just to make life easier on their fun trips while resting on the island with the open game tables.
Life was good and money was flowing into their accounts and their pockets. The group of men were very happy. The idea they came up with had paid off and promised them a future few ever dared to dream for themselves.
The group of happy men had devised a plan to insure large insurance companies in order to help those companies recover from catastrophic events causing the insurance to pay out to their clients; depleting their coffers to the extent it became difficult maintaining the salaries of their employees and the dividends of their investors.
To be sure, this was the unchallenged cleaver plan of all insurance plans of all time. The happy group of men in the state of wide strides and open thought had tapped into the largest vein of available funds ever collected; based on their promise of support should fortune go against their clients.
Catastrophic events are never planned; they just happen. More often than not in groups of three; a mystery, and are never planned. On the ocean, ships fear The Three Sisters.
Insurance companies fear three hurricanes with tidal surges and three rivers out of boundaries and three blizzards in the north more than the Three Sisters of the open seas.
The group of happy men in the SPA on the Money Cruise Line headed for the Island in the Sun with the off shore banking could not conceive of such a combination of events occurring back to back in less than two years.
The nightmare happened. Their clients began to pay out funds to the hurting population who had paid monthly and faithfully every month for years just in case devastation knocked on the door of their home, their business, their city, their state.
DEVESTATION KNOCKED THREE TIMES-TIMES TWO.
The group of happy men in the SPA paid out on a few of the promised funds for a while, that is until they knew if they continued to pay out they would not be able to go to the SPA on the ship moored at the island with the off shore bank and blackjack. So with one voice, they decided to default on their promises of support and monitary aid with the present catastrophic events. It was enough to push several of their clients over the edge into the sea. Some days later more insolvent insurance companies fell into the sea. Then banks began to lose funds, credit failed, small companies and large companies began to shut their doors. They lost their holdings and defaulted on their own private bank loans taken out in good faith in the Group of Happy Men in the State of Wide Strides and Open Thought, hereafter referred to as GHMSWSOT.
Internet News, faster than a speeding bullet, flashed the planet with the news of failure, default and closed doors. Overnight, small banks turned their assets over to larger banks. More and more banks were quietly absorbed by their larger sister banks. Florida suddenly became a pension poverty state filled with old broke snowbirds.
The GHMSWSOT closed their doors, shut off communications and went to the SPA to confer on the happenings of month. The GHMSWSOT gave themselves millions of bonus fund dollars to ease their mental pain.
Today, between Christmas and New Years 2008, more than six million hard working men and women have lost their jobs. Their pension funds have lost their value and all their savings suddenly became two thirds less. Their houses are up for foreclosure and one family on a cold night in a northern state froze to death in their car. Stories like these will multiply faster than our ability to comprehend the events that caused them.
The GHMSWSOT shot craps with our lives on the Roulette Wheel they designed and rigged.
We have not heard much out of The GHMSWSOT. We do know that they have taken their national governmental apologetic bail out and bailed out.
It will be a long hard winter for us all.
God Bless Us Everyone and Happy New Year
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