#emotional memory

[pangurlban]

Greentea Peng

Dingaling

Man Made

2021

[nobita-here]

[thedaveandkimmershow]

When it comes to remembering as much as I can about every experience we had in Holland, every conversation, every adventure, every moment... photographs really do trigger a lot of detail my brain captured... but then later couldn't actively remember.

At some point, late in our visit, my cousin's husband was gracious in complimenting me on how much I was able to remember about the day he and my niece acted as our tour guides.

The compliment made me think about the process of capturing that kind of detail because my memory really doesn't have that kind of raw power.

Of course there's always stuff that's easy to remember. There are indelible stories or striking conversations or things that are really funny. There's even how I felt during certain experiences even if the details aren't all there.

With me so far?

That's sort of the baseline of what my memory can do.

And beyond that?

Well, beyond that are what I call prompts.

Prompts?

Yeah. These are details that conjure memories I can't naturally access.

As I mentioned already, photographs make for fantastic prompts. Especially since I take pictures of everything. A single picture can remind me of a place I visited and just that information can instantly evoke further details or full-blown memories that weren't at my fingertips. And then the process of writing those further memories can conjure either more detail or, if I'm lucky, new memories that are associated with place, individuals, or something connected to the conversation or experience we were having at the time.

It's amazing what a photographic clue can conjure seemingly from thin air and then what often piggybacks from what's conjured. A memory that triggers a second memory.

The other handy fact about the photographs is that they're time-stamped. One of the first things I do, then, is to create a schedule of the day that I experienced. To map out the day by the hour. Because sometimes just that intersection, identifying a place and a time, is enough to provoke something specific. Usually snatches of conversation. Something I was thinking just then. A lot of times (not that this is always helpful), I remember what was playing on the radio or in a podcast as we were passing some landmark.

The next step in the process—which I sometimes make the first step in the process—is mapping my day. I'm talking about our phones which keep track of our location at all times... so I use that data to geo-map my day. Even just the knowledge that, at this time, we were traveling from here to here is enough to manifest memories. The data also helps me suss out moments that may have dragged and moments that rushed. I have my own internal clock, you see. And what I'm measuring is my own estimation of how much time's passed against how much time has actually passed. For example, I might feel I did a lot of things... so a lot of time must've passed only to discover it was only an hour or less. As it turns out, I lose track of time while taking walks and taking tons of pictures on those walks. Another example is the family gatherings where I completely lose track of time when a lot of time actually does go by and suddenly the night's over 'cause it's eleven already.

Or later.

By the way, family gatherings are tricky because the place and time alone don't trigger memories. Especially when those family gatherings are happening every day around the same time.

You know what does the trick, though?

People. And yeah. Maybe a little of where I was in the dining room at the time or the living room. But largely... it's people who trigger the memory of specific conversations during large gatherings.

Most importantly, in this one case, I have to write about what I experienced on a particular night before the next one. Before the next family gathering. Either that or make quick notes in order of who I talked to and about what. Because if I do that I can recreate a surprising amount of what happened and what was said to whom.

On my own, then, I can't remember nearly as much as what I write through brute recollection. But with clues... the number goes through the roof. And, believe it or not, additional details continue to pop as I read and re-read what I've written.

It really is amazing how memory works.

Texts are also part of my process of recreating a particular day. Mostly the texts function as a kind of spice, funny things said, humorous observations made. If I'm lucky (and sometimes I am) I can copy whole graphs of funny and humorous and paste them as quotations into my blog.

Texts also capture our interactions, planning and thoughts about what's coming up tomorrow or the day after. Texts are us talking to each other. Which is always interesting.

And yes. The texts are time-stamped so they are part of figuring out what happened when on a particular day. Or at least what we planned to do.

And then last... there's asking. Nothing super deep. Just the basics like where were we when...? And when were we at...? Or what was the name of that place? Or who was I talking to that one time?

And so on.

Again, each memory can trigger further details, additional memories.

And then sometimes later...

Another one'll pop up.

It's all a process of discovery, an investigation into myself and what I've been doing this whole time. Or, at least (usually) in the last twelve hours.

What can I say?

There's a lot of moving parts...

But the prompts really do seem to work.

☺️

[sanetimental]

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[thefluxsystem]

You know what the worst part of having a dissociative disorder is, for me personally?

The emotional amnesia.

Your entire life feels like something that you watched on TV, rather than something that you actually lived through.

You know that some of the most horrific things imaginable have happened to you, and you feel nothing about it. Sure, the memories disgust you on principle, but you don’t feel anything.

It makes you question if anything that you remember is real. If that actually happened, shouldn’t it feel significant? Shouldn’t you be sad, angry, hurt, something?

And to top it all off, nobody understands. Not even yourself.

[000marie198]

I don't care how excited it might make some people, I don't like this remake

[rainydays]

Lonely nights.

[pebblegalaxy]

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[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x01 - “Heavy is the Crown”

[bigfatbreak]

What does Tom think of Emilie after meeting her?

the only Agreste he's not massively disappointed with is Adrien himself. It's a good thing that's the only one he plans on sparing.

[counting-stars-gayly]

harrow: I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it. *creates a reality in which gideon never existed so she doesn’t have to recognize her absence*

[pangurlban]

Steve Erquiaga

Night Light

Erikiology

1991

[nobita-here]

[lotus-pear]

"feels like we could go on for forever this way.." (x)

[aventurineswife]

aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury hehe…[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha

anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee 💕✨

“I'm sorry, but who are you?”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.

Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).

A/N: thanks for the reminder, anon! 😪😮‍💨I really need to drink some water

Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.

"You… you are… who exactly?"

The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.

"You don’t remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.

You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I don’t think so. Sorry… am I supposed to?"

Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.

"I suppose I’ve miscalculated…" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.

But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.

"I—"

Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was just… testing you?"

The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.

You smiled. "I think I’ll keep you on your toes."

And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presence—one he could no longer imagine being without.

Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadn’t slipped into some other world.

"You… you don’t recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.

You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "I’m sorry… I don’t think I do. Are we… close?"

The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racing—how could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond he’d built so carefully with you...

"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose it’s a part of the dream, isn't it? To forget… to lose everything."

You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, I… I didn’t mean to forget you."

You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.

A moment of stillness.

Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose we’ll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.

You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."

A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.

Ratio’s usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.

"You—don’t remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadn’t expected.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "I… I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you."

His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite place—was it hurt? Disbelief?

"I see. This is… unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didn’t fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."

You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.

You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "I’m sorry… but I’m sure we’ve met before. I just—"

He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.

"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."

You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. You’re the one who always insists on teaching me things."

His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."

Ratio’s usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."

And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.

Me lmaoo

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 301

Ellie, during one of her stints of what do I do with my life right now, decides to, with the help of her Original Dad-Person (Look he’s aging and she’s not and it gets less questions the older he gets if he says daughter instead of sister with how the Fentons are getting older too) creates a Boo-Tube channel. No, not a Youtube channel, those are stuck to a single dimension.

Bootube on the other hand? Due to being through the Realms (and wow is Tucker getting so much income from creating it) is interdimensional. Which is so cool honestly. And she doesn’t know what to do at first, and honestly there’s already so many travel blogs that she kind of just… decided to do something that she wished someone had done for her and her brothers and Danny when she was new to the world. 

So she creates the channel CAAW: Clone Awareness, Accommodations, and Welfare. They had to learn things through trial and error, but maybe she can help someone out there learn how to find their own selves, or even help someone not melt.