Changing the subject slightly (sorry AD, I know you’re preparing your annual mourning fest for the long lost Flo), can anyone please tell me why we remember such arcana as the names of characters from The Magic Roundabout, song lyrics (it’s incredible how many truly awful lyrics I know! Which of course is why those bloody ear worms are so f’ing annoying!), odds and sods of general knowledge, bits of history, etc, and yet be so utterly unreliable for the useful things of daily life? (I am actually excluding benefit rules here, which I have the knack of being able to remember purely because my previous job was connected.)
For example, this morning I scored reasonably well on round one of Popmaster on the radio (about 27 points, woohoo!) and the completed today’s crossword. But did I remember to take pills after lunch? No I did not. I’ve just taken them as I was thinking about the things I regularly forget. Do I remember the correct word to use when speaking? Or writing? Often the answer is no. So frequently I use a stand in word that doesn’t exactly mean what I want it to mean, but nearly does. Or I worry about it, use a stand-in, then read it back and remember the correct word. And yet my job was primarily about writing and speaking!
And can I remember the plot of a book I read (and liked) last year? Almost certainly not. Even the plot of the book I’m reading now. It’s a damn good job I read flipping quickly, if I didn’t, I’d never be able to follow the story. As it is, I can’t remember the plot of a TV series from week to week. Even if we save them up and watch one episode per night, if we start on a Monday, by Thursday I’ve forgotten what happened in episode one. Nor do I remember the plot of films.
I also don’t remember half of the posts I’ve answered on here. Sometimes I come across something I wrote a few weeks or months ago and it’s like I’m reading something written by someone else.
And yet I remembered the name of the poxy girl (sorry again AD, I know your heart is/was broken) from The Magic bloody Roundabout.
Why? What is the point? Is my memory so full of crap (and some excellent) song lyrics and the plots of books I read in childhood that it can’t fit any more in? Have I done my poor tired brain a disservice by reading so many books over my lifetime? And listening to too much music? Is there anyway to ‘dump’ some memory (maybe on a ‘cloud’? Or in a ‘fog’?)?
Is there any point to reading any more? If that’s the case what should I do instead? I considered jigsaws, but then thought about useless hands trying to fit little pieces into other little pieces, realised it was a) impossible and b) I hate jigsaws. So if I can’t read, watch TV or films or do anything with my stupid hands, what is left? (Plus, I don’t really like people much so I’m not going to any clubs or daycare for the old, disabled or befuddled!)
If anyone can help, I’d be most grateful for a while, then I’d probably forget!!!
Sue