There are two things (OK, maybe three) I’ve grown to enjoy from the ongoing TVFury project: That it has spawned a nickname for my wife – JVFury – and allows me to read Fury copy on a regular basis.
The guy is a memory machine. Always has been. Take Thursday, for example. In a single post, he recalled:
A) details about Stephen King novels he read maybe 20 years ago
B) the way he felt about those books
C) the order in which he read them
And that’s not an anomaly. Fury can recall similarly vivid details about old Sports Illustrated covers, playing roto-baseball with childhood friends and about 1,479 other topics in between.
It makes me feel like an idiot or, to borrow a line from Home Alone, what the French call “les incompetents.” More precisely, it makes me realize I’m either not into memories – which is possible, if strange – or that people simply have different capacities for recalling the parts of the past that didn’t necessarily change their lives.
I wonder …
Do people have different capacities for storing information? Almost certainly. It’s probably no different than varieties in intelligence levels, if not necessarily related.
Do some of us have an aptitude for memory, just as we might have, say, a way with words or numbers? That seems logical, too.
And some eat more carrots. Wait. That’s an eyesight thing, isn’t it? OK. Um … some of us are elephants?
I also think a percentage of folks excel being in the moment, soaking in specifics and storing them like state capitals or something – plain facts. And others probably create sensory correlations, connecting events to unforgettable emotions. I’m pretty sure my wife, the aforementioned JVFury, does this, especially when it comes to our kids.
I think that’s part of my problem – I’m fixated on facts, have a tendency to overlook feelings. (It’s one of my few male traits.) Plus, I’m almost unreasonable busy (or claim to be), and don’t put enough energy into the past. That is, I’d probably be able to come up with fine points from an evening with childhood friends if I sat down and gave it some thought, if that was the task of the moment. Except I never do that, and that might mean I don’t cherish the present the way I should.
If that’s true, it’s a problem. Maybe I should hire Fury to store my memories or to provide me with memories the way that Cosmo Kramer did for J. Peterman. You remember “Seinfeld,” right? I do. Just don’t ask me what happened in real life last Wednesday. Weird.