There is something about visualisation
One of the reasons why I think I come across as blithely cheerful to many people - is because nothing really sticks. It's true. Sometimes I wonder I'm more emotionally vacuous than most people, just because things don't stick as quickly or steadfastedly as it seems for others - some emotional anemia of sorts. I feel sad, then I forget. I feel angry, then I forget.
To be quite honest, I don't actually see a problem with this.
I've thought about it. It's not a problem, although if there is one small thing I would correct - it would be to be able to remember things that help me learn from my mistakes. Some things do need to stick, but not everything does.
Recently, I've taken up the habit of perusing my memories and chewing over them. Looking back on specific memories that make me smile, or made me feel something, and then marvelling at this memory in my head. In Harry Potter's Order of the Phoenix, there's a scene where the main characters race into a room filled with prophecy balls and then accidentally smash the whole lot during a wizarding fight. Well not quite as dramatic, but sometimes I just sit back and bodily turn over a memory in my head, turn over with my metaphorical hands a roiling, tightly-packed and very concrete sphere of magic in its own right. It's a suspension of time where you examine a memory over and over again and look at its every corner, sometimes to think and reasses, sometimes to pick apart certain small details that help you understand things just a tad better in the light of memory or later consequence, but oftentimes, just to feel, and remember, and smille.
To be quite honest, I don't actually see a problem with this.
I've thought about it. It's not a problem, although if there is one small thing I would correct - it would be to be able to remember things that help me learn from my mistakes. Some things do need to stick, but not everything does.
Recently, I've taken up the habit of perusing my memories and chewing over them. Looking back on specific memories that make me smile, or made me feel something, and then marvelling at this memory in my head. In Harry Potter's Order of the Phoenix, there's a scene where the main characters race into a room filled with prophecy balls and then accidentally smash the whole lot during a wizarding fight. Well not quite as dramatic, but sometimes I just sit back and bodily turn over a memory in my head, turn over with my metaphorical hands a roiling, tightly-packed and very concrete sphere of magic in its own right. It's a suspension of time where you examine a memory over and over again and look at its every corner, sometimes to think and reasses, sometimes to pick apart certain small details that help you understand things just a tad better in the light of memory or later consequence, but oftentimes, just to feel, and remember, and smille.