Thursday, June 27, 2013

What My Brain Remembers

Why it is a good idea to write on a blog with your thoughts? Is it for the benefit of the many others that will read your blog every time you post on it? I believe personal blogs are like the end credits to the movie: only the family members of people that contributed to the movie read them.

In my case, I wonder if my family even read these, but that is okay, as there is another good reason to write in a blog. Although in order to give this reason I will need to explain what my brain remembers, and that is nothing. Yep—nothing, nada, zilch, zero, etc.

As I go back and read my previous blog posts, it is like I am reading them for the first time ever—as if I never wrote them. Admittedly, my brain does remember some things, and that is all the significant terrible things that has ever happened in my life. Okay, so I am being a little sarcastic, but I am trying to make a point. A point that I may have made on a previous blog post, but I have forgotten about it. I guess I could go back and read my blog posts to see if I have made a similar point, but I am lazy.

Typing of which, I was just reading a blog post of this really funny but lazy guy writing about annoying things he does not like to do. You should read it. Of course, you might realize that the blog post was actually written by me. I was personally surprised I wrote it myself. As I was reading it, I was thinking that all of those lazy items are still very relevant to me now! It is almost as if I know who I am when it comes to laziness. I guess that is good to admit to, which is the first step to recovery.

Anyway, writing blog posts helps me to remember my thoughts, as my brain seems to have issues. Typing of which, I have already confirmed the existence of the brain in a previous blog post, but I never did find out if it was working properly, which makes sense if it is not because I have a terrible time remembering things.

I was recently reading a really good article on What Memories Are Made Of, which helped me realize some of why I do not remember things. Maybe the reason why I do not remember things is because my brain has to make room for my amazing processing power that I use on a constant basis. Then again, maybe not. Maybe my brain works just the way God made it!