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- My memory is shit.
- I say that often. I don't think I fully believe it, though.
- I think I would be able to remember more of my past, if I wanted to.
- But that's just it, I don't want to.
- I want to forget it.
- Because I'm scared of it.
- I'm scared of what I'll find, I'm scared of finding happiness in my past.
- If my past was happy, then what the fuck does that make the present?
- I can't say that particularly enjoy anything of the present, so to find any degree of positivity,
- to find anything worth of envy, I'd feel like shit.
- I don't want that.
- On a less affective aspect of memory, of the boring episodic tasks that I can't remember,
- like geography and social interactions, I tend to forget them because they are just that-
- unimportant episodes.
- If I tried to attribute a degree of meaning, if I became emotionally or mentally invested in keeping
- that memory those memories alive, that would lend itself to being recollectable in the present.
- But attributing meaning takes energy, and it takes creation of meaning.
- To create meaning means to invest part of yourself in that which you are afflicting,
- and in doing so, I feel I lessen myself. I make myself smaller.
- I don't want that. I don't like that idea. I don't want to give up what I am to create meaning.
- But what does that leave me with? What am I without meaning? I feel like I maintain humanity in these actions,
- but in reality I am doing just the opposite.
- I am running from humanity.
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