Well… I’m pretty sure one of my recent posts was about the change in my reading genre.
So far, I am following the plan just fine—reading nonfiction.
Recently, I’ve started reading some psychology.
My first encounter with this subject was in my final year of high school, many years ago.
Honestly I remember nothing of those lessons except the teacher herself— even her name has slipped away. I remember her loud voice and sharp gaze, but I can’t get any closer to her name.
But I do remember the name of my teacher from my first year of primary school.
Strange, isn’t it.
I loved my first primary teacher and I wept buckets when she left and moved away with her husband.
Anyway, my psychology teacher crossed my mind as I stole a little time for reading. Time is tight these days, with Eid celebrations almost knocking on the door.
So… according to psychology, our memory machine is not only selective, but also clever and cruel. It doesn’t come with a button we can press to “save all” or “delete all.”
No.
It works professionally, by using its own unique selective strategy.
It mainly saves the things you like the most, hate the most, or the things that hold your full concentration and consciousness.
Memory is not like history, which keeps a record of everything, though sometimes with some alterations and even some big lies.
Memory is a trustworthy keeper. It writes the minutes of the things that truly matter in your life, even those small details, those passing emotions, or those quiet, special moments.
And sometimes, out of the blue, it brings back one of those memories from many years ago.
Something that can make you smile, cry, or simply wonder as time pulls you back in a split second.
You find yourself back in that classroom, learning psychology, having no idea that years later you would be reading a psychology book explaining why you can’t remember your teacher’s name.
Simply because you neither loved or hated her, your memory saved only what had caught your attention back then — the special tone of her voice and her sharp gaze
And… thanks to psychology, I found the little distraction that inspired me to write this post.
With these reading–psychology thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 