It really is. Haven’t you ever been trying to remember something, actively racking your brain to remember it, but it is completely lost. So you give up. You move on. Hours later, you’re talking to someone about dinner plans, driving in rush hour traffic, weighing the merits of Chinese vs Mexican, every part of your conscious mind handling the moment. And then suddenly your mind goes “DUSTIN HOFFMAN PLAYED CAPTAIN HOOK!”
That wasn’t “you”, the person, the conscious mind. That was a you that works backstage. They had to go down into the sub-basement to the deep stores, dig through a warehouse full of useless knowledge for the right factoid.
I call mine Derek. Derek just ran back up the stairs kicked in the door and delivered the query results after being dispatched hours ago. That wasn’t me that remembered that info. Derek did.
I’ve been calling mine Elmo for a couple decades. Because it’s little and annoying. Then that muskrat turd started getting called Elmo (I assume for the same reasons). I want my nickname for my subconscious back dammit
Courtesy of COVID I feel like a frustrated spectator dealing with poorer memory, and brain fog when I reach the limits of a much reduced intellectual stamina.
It really is. Haven’t you ever been trying to remember something, actively racking your brain to remember it, but it is completely lost. So you give up. You move on. Hours later, you’re talking to someone about dinner plans, driving in rush hour traffic, weighing the merits of Chinese vs Mexican, every part of your conscious mind handling the moment. And then suddenly your mind goes “DUSTIN HOFFMAN PLAYED CAPTAIN HOOK!”
That wasn’t “you”, the person, the conscious mind. That was a you that works backstage. They had to go down into the sub-basement to the deep stores, dig through a warehouse full of useless knowledge for the right factoid.
I call mine Derek. Derek just ran back up the stairs kicked in the door and delivered the query results after being dispatched hours ago. That wasn’t me that remembered that info. Derek did.
I’ve been calling mine Elmo for a couple decades. Because it’s little and annoying. Then that muskrat turd started getting called Elmo (I assume for the same reasons). I want my nickname for my subconscious back dammit
That shit byte me in many exams, it made me hate preparing for exams because I didn’t know if the effort was going to be worth it.
Courtesy of COVID I feel like a frustrated spectator dealing with poorer memory, and brain fog when I reach the limits of a much reduced intellectual stamina.