Life is Confusion

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. About life. About perception. About the way the human mind works. I think it's an interesting subject. The subjectivity of reality.

For example, if you review your memory of an event, long past, you'll remember thousands of little details, things that you are 100% positive happened. But ask someone else at the event, and you'll get a completely different story, a different perception of the same reality. THat, I think, is why so many arguements arise.

"But you said..."

"No I didn't, I said..."

My mom sent me some old videos she took when I was a kid at some family renion we had. My grandparents are there, and some cousins. What's amazing is how I distinctly remember the events, but I remember them being different, in subtle small ways. Like what t-shirt I was wearing. Or what my grandparents look like. But because I have a video, I know that it's my memory that is false. Like a small amount of censorship happens every minute. We weed out the information we think is unimportant, and store what we feel is pertinent, and the rest either blurs away, or is replaced by what we assume should have been there. Maybe that's kind of what's happened to me I mean, if reality is realative, maybe I'm not crazy, and everyone else is? Maybe Barry really does exist, but everyone else is mistaken because they think he doesn't?

That's the stupidest idea I've ever had. RIght, the only sane person is me, a complete loser who can't get his life together. GOod thinking.

It's just an interesting idea. I'm still not working, so I guess I have too much time on my hands. I just think it's interesting to think about my perspective versus someone else.