Second guessing…

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Hindsight: the ability to understand an event or situation only after it has happened and some of what might come to mind.  

For starters…

Things we shouldn’t have said or done

Places we shouldn’t have gone

People we let disappear from our lives

Clothes we should never, ever, have worn

Sometimes, our mind plays tricks on us, you know, almost a re-manufacture of past events and, in some cases, good old “revisionist history” (as I love to label it) kicks-in.  That’s where hindsight can get interesting, especially when there are intentional misstatements about things in the past, both recent and distant.  This, mental re-write, can be used where personal issues and relationships are the root of some argument.  Even more likely in cultural and political discussions.

Those in both sides of these situations often do what they accuse someone else of doing and focus only on their preferred narrative.  Their interpretation rigidly declares that some event is just what happened and cannot be questioned.

So what’s the big deal here, you might wonder.  Maybe none, at least not in the practice of “RH” but the danger lies with the collective lives caught in the re-manufacture, the revision of past events.  Then, hindsight sets in.

Do you remember details about your childhood, life in your 20s, your first romance?  How about your parents’ stories and your first job or last day of college?  Maybe you do or possibly, there are some details you choose to either embellish or…forget.  We all have those selective memories about our past and our own actions at different points in time.  Hey, we are all human and that’s what humans do.  We re-write our personal history, not done to deliberately deceive others, or fool ourselves but those memories aren’t always accurate.  In some way, we manage to change things that might have been done differently.

Nope, this isn’t about Alzheimer’s disease or some form of dementia or memory loss…it’s the chemistry of being human. This is about a human trait or character flaw that afflicts most of us, regardless of our memory perception. It’s likely not as much a physiological flaw as it is a psychological one.

Think about a memory that stays clear in your mind.  Then, an old friend or coworker comes along and corrects some experience that you shared.  You remember one way; they remember it in a totally different way.  For a moment, you give it some deep thought and reconsider, realizing that their version may just be the accurate one.  And, of course, your children who share stories of their childhood with a bit more color, even drama, than you remember. 

The actual truth is long gone, like an old friend who died decades ago. Only the essence of their existence now floats around in the recesses of our mind. We may choose to remember them how we want to remember them, not how they should be remembered… honestly, accurately, even harshly.  And, in all of this, there’s hindsight in the role our memories bring to us.  So much of what we might have done differently but did not at that long ago point in time.  I think we all know that some old black-and-white photos are blurred by many gray memories of that time and experience with no chance to change some incident even if you could step inside that picture.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post about something you would change if you could go back in time.

I took a sharp right turn with this writing prompt and chose to share what I felt were the dynamics behind wanting to change something from the past.  We’ve all been through this and I feel that, for many, our minds often choose to soften, even erase, a painful or uncomfortable life event. And yes, I doubt if there is anyone out there who doesn’t wonder how a long-ago situation might change if we just had to chance for a do-over.

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The dark lies…

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Dark lies are often covered by ignorant minds and, in some ways, I might define this as a lack of agency, where people ordinarily make their own choices and act independently. 

A sense of agency is essential for you to feel in control of your life, to believe in your own capacity to influence your thoughts and behavior.  To have faith in your ability to handle situations or a wide range of tasks.  Any structure involved tends to be factors of influence such as social class, gender, religion, ethnicity, customs, etc., that both determine or limit agents and their decisions.

Our world has been living in somewhat of a state of conjecture, for some time now.  And yes, the underlying factor with this situation has been COVID and its overwhelming impact on society.  Endless questions surrounding how, when and if this virus will end along with the vaccines in place that may, or may not, be the solution.  People are either flocking to stand in lines for inoculations or adamantly refusing to receive them.  Opposing sides stare at each other, half behind their masks, the other without, while the darkness of this virus situation continues to be instrumented, more by opinions than pertinent facts, most coming from both our government and medical communities.   

 

Definitely a lack of agency and a reminder that it’s not fate that dooms men, but instead their own failings.

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: dark

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Long ago, far away

 

The United States entered World War II in 1941, this song became popular three years after, in 1944.  It conjures up so many thoughts about those who reunited after their loved one returned from the battlefronts.  They were the lucky ones, so many did not.  Sad and lovely in so many ways.

My late mother often performed this Jo Stafford favorite at a local USO facility in our hometown.  She had a lovely voice and even sang on a radio show broadcast from the Roger Smith Hotel in White Plains, New York.  I’ve often wondered how far her singing might have taken her had the war not taken her in a different direction.  A twisted path and difficult  marriage that produced a child caught in the constant warfare between two unhappy people.

In many ways, she was no different than others who find themselves wondering and wishing for something better.  Somehow, we all end up just where we are supposed to be, despite those unfulfilled dreams of long ago and far away.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: far

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