Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Having toyed for several days with an original piece about memory and catharsis, I was really fascinated by (and learned some things from) this essay. Looking forward to reading the book.
-- Butch Ekstrom
"Many of our memories are records of our own stories, not of events that actually
took place."
"When we tell (or write) stories about ourselves, they also serve another important
(arguably higher) function: They help us to believe our lives are meaningful. The
storytelling mind — the human mind, in other words — "is allergic to uncertainty,
randomness, and coincidence," Gottschall writes. It doesn't like to believe life is
accidental; it wants to believe everything happens for a reason. Stories allow us to
impose order on the chaos. And we all concoct stories, Gotschall notes: even those
of us who have never commanded the attention of a room full of people while tell-
ing a wild tale. 'Social psychologists point out that when we meet a friend, our con-
versation mostly consists of an exchange of gossipy stories," he writes. "And every
night, we reconvene with our loved ones . . . to share the small comedies and
tragedies of our day."
This is Butch writing again. If someone invented a new pill called, say, Amygdalop which gave you the power to forget a painful or embarrassing memory or, perhaps, all memories (to give you a fresh start at life of sorts), would you be interested in taking that pill?
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