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Happy Pride Month, day 16, memory
Jun. 16th, 2024 11:45 am16. I'm proud of having a good memory. I was born with it, so I can't take credit exactly, but I'm still proud of it and enjoy it. My short-term memory for numbers is great if it's not scrambled by fragrances, and works even better if I say them out loud. I will often remember the numbers later if there's a context for them, like a cost for something or the number of people at an event.
I can echo back tunes that are sung to me. It takes a bunch of repetitions for a tune to settle into long-term memory. It will come and go until I can call it up at will, and even then I might have to hear a few notes before I remember how it goes. I will recognize a recording as being the same version I'm familiar with, or a different group recording the same tune.
I remember names of dances and the steps and where they're from and who likes them and who usually leads them, and where I first learned them and who taught them. My memory is strongly associative with music.
I can reconstruct whole conversations shortly after they happen, and will know if I'm remembering exact words or a paraphrase. Emotionally intense ones stay with me for longer, although mercifully they fade eventually.
If I want to find something I read online, I'll often be able to reconstruct the path I took to find it. For physical books, I'll remember about how far in the book it was, and where it was on the page. Since I don't spend that much time looking at the cover, I often won't remember title or author, which is why I keep a book blog.
Having a good memory gets weird when other people don't remember conversations or events. I've learned to just accept that the other person doesn't remember. Sometimes it will come back to them later. I've had that experience too, where I'm reminded of something and it slowly reassembles itself.
I can echo back tunes that are sung to me. It takes a bunch of repetitions for a tune to settle into long-term memory. It will come and go until I can call it up at will, and even then I might have to hear a few notes before I remember how it goes. I will recognize a recording as being the same version I'm familiar with, or a different group recording the same tune.
I remember names of dances and the steps and where they're from and who likes them and who usually leads them, and where I first learned them and who taught them. My memory is strongly associative with music.
I can reconstruct whole conversations shortly after they happen, and will know if I'm remembering exact words or a paraphrase. Emotionally intense ones stay with me for longer, although mercifully they fade eventually.
If I want to find something I read online, I'll often be able to reconstruct the path I took to find it. For physical books, I'll remember about how far in the book it was, and where it was on the page. Since I don't spend that much time looking at the cover, I often won't remember title or author, which is why I keep a book blog.
Having a good memory gets weird when other people don't remember conversations or events. I've learned to just accept that the other person doesn't remember. Sometimes it will come back to them later. I've had that experience too, where I'm reminded of something and it slowly reassembles itself.
