Well, my memory is *terrible*. That helps. I realized the other day, re: one of my narcissist friends (eg she *consistently* gets bored with our conversations and starts poking her phone even while her S.O. is talking directly about a topic she introduced), I don't even remember where she was born and raised. Hell, I don't even remember how old I am most of the time. It's gotten better since the cancer diagnosis because now I have a Big Event to count from and the damned CT scan people ask me every 6 months to write down when my surgeries were.
Even *if* we admit that the accumulation of biological artifacts (like shorter telomeres) "tells the story of our lives", there are some of us who don't understand, reflect on, or realize that story and some who do. My headaches have helped me be more episodic, I think. Maybe you need a good concussion or something to help you doff that narrative. 8^) On 5/8/19 10:40 AM, Marcus Daniels wrote: > The snowflake analogy in another thread seems apt. While I recognize I'm > some form of ice one h, my life history leads me to be a special snowflake. > I want to be able to flee that history, as it is just an accident. How can > anyone want to be just one snowflake? The diachronic narrative is just the > wheels of fate rolling forward. A documentation of nothing in particular. -- ☣ uǝlƃ ============================================================ FRIAM Applied Complexity Group listserv Meets Fridays 9a-11:30 at cafe at St. John's College to unsubscribe http://redfish.com/mailman/listinfo/friam_redfish.com archives back to 2003: http://friam.471366.n2.nabble.com/ FRIAM-COMIC http://friam-comic.blogspot.com/ by Dr. Strangelove
