apparently, that SORRY society is a governmental brainwashing experiment (ever seen “Conspiracy Theory”?)…..
anyway, the government is using this society as a guise to recruit members for fictitious memory studies – to finally discover if our brains can distinguish the real from the false – the dreams from the memories, etc. this is obviously important in the psychology of memory recovery, but is BIG business for the government with regards to eye-witness testimonies, war prisoners, and the Jack Bauer-esque torturing/questioning.
where do you come in? you’re up for the last phase of membership promotion. the final stage, “elite grand superior master” membership, means they remove all fictitious recollections by having your memory wiped clean. unfortunately, this means that you will also lose all your real-life memories as well. (except one – they have found a crazy psychological way to keep ONE memory)……
i know, its shocking to find this out after being an exemplary member for ten years. but, it explains why all the elite members have a glazed-over look when they returned from the “elite retreat.”
…and you thought PRISON was tough!
there’s no question about it – you WILL undergo this crazy experimental brain surgery which fries your memory, but rest assured – you’ll be allowed to keep ONE memory, so what memory would you choose to keep?
A summer evening. With the setting sun still about two hours above the horizon. Sitting on the lawn with my parents. My brother and my sister are playing on the swings. The house is huge. I can smell the fresh-cut grass. My stomach is full. And we have a dog named Buddy who loves playing with me.
Paradise.
I’m not sure which one, but the birth of my daughters. I have a video of our wedding, but not enough pictures in the world can explain the feelings that come with the memory of giving birth. I love my girls too much to forget their first moments in my arms.
Marrying my beloved Daniel. He rocks. But I dunno….I would do it all over again and again. I don’t really know if I need that memory. I thought about choosing Christ, but I know that I would chose that again as well. It doesn’t really matter. All the important memories or decisions I wouldn’t really need to remember it that makes any sense. I would however never want to forget the sweet moments that God has used me to help somebody else in their walk. There is nothing sweeter. For reals yo. Anywho, this is a good question.
i, um, don’t think through these questions when i post them. i have NO idea what memory i’d keep….
leaning towards my wedding day.
but, even more importantly, i think i’m gonna go for the night i fell head over heels in love with Drew. that’s a keeper.
yeah. forget the wedding. i’m going with the night i KNEW. yep. that’s the one.
Mine would have to be my walk in the woods in Germany after I had been praying for a year that God would show me if Jesus was the only way or not (vs all the other religions). All of a sudden I KNEW Jesus was real and walking with me. Had always been with me, always would be. He became the love of my life that day. All of my life is built on Him, so as long as I have Him all the rest will fall into place. And of course, our Bibles are NON-FICTION. So we will have those.
Tawny: wow.
I would want to remember when I survived my one suicide attempt as a teenager. Took some pills then threw them up.
It is important that I remember this event to know lucky I am to be alive. How close I came to death. This motivates me to make the most out of every minute of every day in my life.
The fact that one time in my life I actually choose to die reminds me there is a part of me I can never let take control of my life again.
Ed: wow. thank you for sharing. what a story…
I’m not sure I’d want to remember being married to Joanna if I can’t remember any other part of it or still be married to her [i'm assuming if our memories are cleared we'll have new lives]. I hope that if I made the decision once to follow Christ, I’d do so again, so I think for the sake of this post, I’ll go with the embarrassing memory of getting my “big red” gum (which is a joke in itself since I have red hair and many people already call me “big red” or just “red”) stuck in my date’s hair at the junior homecoming dance. And NO,I was not trying to make a move on her. Two things combined for this unfortunate event: I was a nervous wreck and was chewing gum faster than I should have and she had long, curly hair that swung around whenever she turned her head. Luckily, after being laughed off the dance floor by our friends (this poor girl needs counseling because of me I’m sure) it came out with a little tugging and no “cutting” had to be done. So, why keep this memory?
To help me in my new search for love. It’s #1 on my list of things to teach my son (if/when I have one) that every “man” should know.
p.s. Mandy, where in the world do you come up with these questions/ideas?
Ed:
I am very glad to learn that you survived that attempt. I know two people who didn’t. Two people who meant a lot to me. And still do mean a lot. Only one of them I can talk about, which is detailed in “A Dark & Stormy Night.”
Dan: you are as GOOFY as i remember you!!! GREAT answer – and where do i come up with this stuff? well, i have to keep myself entertained these days…. so y’all are the victims of my mad imagination. this blog is like somebody gave me permission to ooze out all the weird stuff that floats around in here. apparently, nothing is too crazy for y’all!!! WHO KNEW!?!?
oh wow…i dont know.
Up until this morning it would have been different but now there is ONLY ONE POSSIBLE CHOICE!!!
‘THE’ video response – no question!
Thank you for your part, without which i would not have totally lost it (tears were falling from laughter!)
Hey – you had to ask!
Don’t stop with the ‘crazy’ stuff – y’hear?
love <B
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