When I was a teenager, I used to recall my earlier childhood memories being rose tinted and almost dreamlike, now that I’m in my early 20s, my memories of my early to middle teenage years are also becoming dreamy and rose tinted in a way. Does anyone experience this? Is it possible that I will I remember my early adult years in the same way?
I think it’s similar for everyone, they become increasingly dreamlike because you remember them like dreams. You forget the details of how you got there, or how you left first, you remember just yourself in the moment just like how a dream is.
I think we all lose the details more and more. And some.of those memories completely fade away.
Yeah that makes sense, I think it comes down to the fact that you might slowly lose lots of details from those memories.
You could the memories were gone, just like tears in rain. Time to dream.
I’m only slightly sorry.
Somewhat. I still have some of the visual images in my head, but the memory of how I felt at those times is gone or very faded. Often the memories feel, not exactly dreamlike, but like I am looking at a diorama or one of those paperweights that has a scene encased in resin, forever visible but inaccessible.
I’ve started to forget my dad’s voice a bit and it scares me. I don’t want to forget anything about him ever.
My therapist said that you don’t really remember things, you just remember the last time you remembered them. Like a copy of a copy. And that’s how memories get distorted over time. So it’s like, am I ruining those memories by remembering them, like a tape you play over and over til you wear it out? Or should I play the tapes anyway in case I hit my head or have a stroke or something and lose a bunch of them?
Ah, so that’s why I stopped waking up in the middle of the night remembering some of the cringiest moments in my life.
Tell me about it. My brain shows up at 3am with my life’s blooper reel full box set on Blu-ray and a bucket of popcorn but is nowhere to be seen when it’s time to remember where my other pants went.
I sometimes think about how over the years every single cell in your body is eventually replaced and how that means the past you that those memories are about is literally a different person.
There’s an idea that any time you sleep you wake up a different person. The only thing that makes you you are your memories and how can you be sure that the you that woke up isn’t just some kind of clone with your memories?
On the surface it seems a little silly, but thinking about it for a while gives me anxiety
You’re a different person in each and every moment. There isn’t really a “you” in the first place when it comes to the first person experience, you’re just a constant stream of changes. So yeah, you are definitely a different person than the one in the memories.
I am going on a “bit” of a tangent here but I have long pondered about what is me in the context of teleportation and uploading yourself to become a digital being and other scifi stuff. I think that I am still me as long as at any given point in (space)time there is either continuity of consciousness or continuity of matter if at any point both of those have breaks in them I would consider myself dead, and even if i would come back as a “same person” from that state, i would consider that being still be not me.
By continuity of consciousness I mean an unbroken line of forming memories and me being aware of being conscious and capable of forming memories. Of course memories fade but i still remember that i had the memories of the time so for me it counts as continuity.
Of course there are breaks in that continuity, for example sleeping is kind of a grey area and being so drunk you dont remember anything for me counts as a break.
But at those times there is continuity of matter. While the exact atoms we are made out of change all the time, the change is gradual and thus continous, usually the scenarios where the contiunity of matter breaks are the scifi stuff so i wont spend more time giving examples.
With that in mind the person in my memories is still the same me because we share the same continuous line of history. For me I am not a single point in time, as then i would be a completely new person every moment, but i am the entire history I have gone trough.
neurogenesis is the cause of memories fading.
I don’t know about dreamlike, I would say more so disconnected. Like, I’ll remember that a thing happened, it’s a thing I know of, but I don’t necessarily remember the event itself or with as much detail as I think I might’ve before.
It’s also weird for me to think about these things happening to me that was a different shape and form of me because I hadn’t grown into the me I am now. It’s not quite that I don’t identify with my younger self as my self, but it just feels strange because when I think back to things from my youth I don’t remember being different but I know that I was because it happened before I was an adult.
I’ve been through a barely-survived level head injury where I lost a few hours of memory, then went through a prolonged court case dealing with the subject of memory in a very detailed and documented way.
I now view memories very differently. They are very much characatures of the reality they represent.
Not in my case.
