If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. (Today’s Daily Prompt from WordPress.com)
Oh my gosh, NO, I would not read that book. Would it be boring? Well yeah, probably at least 75% would be, but there’d be some pretty interesting stuff too. Would it be too long. Um, yeah. Even if I die tomorrow, it would contain 51 years of living; that’s more than 18,000 days. And therein lies the main reason I wouldn’t read this entire book. It would simply be overwhelming.
Can you imagine reliving everything you’ve ever done? Not just the fun things like the first time you traveled to Paris, or when you moved to Tokyo, or when you graduated from college. Those would be the interesting parts. But what about the day you stayed home from school with the flu? Or the summer day when all you did was sit on the front porch reading a Nancy Drew book from the library? Too boring.
And what about the worst days of your life, like when someone died or when you were robbed at gunpoint? No thanks, I can do without those parts too.
Not to mention that by having this book in your hands, you’d know exactly what your future held and how and when you would die. Nope, not gonna read it.
This reminds me of those people who have hyperthymesia (also known as superior autobiographical memory). They can remember every little detail of each day of their lives. Actress Marilu Henner is the most famous example of a person with this ability. It’s a pretty neat parlor trick for a television interview, but I’d go absolutely insane if I couldn’t forget all the minute details of my life: What I bought at the grocery store, which clothes I wore, who I talked to, what I said, what they said, where I bought gas for the car, and on and on and on….
So I guess if I had to read the entire book I’d have to pass. But boy, if I could skim that sucker I’d be all over it. I could go back to this day, when Grandma wore the Batman helmet:
And this day, when my little brother finally met the REAL Batman!
Those were the good old days, when life was so simple and easy. Or is it just that I choose to remember them that way based on these photos? Probably a little of both.
(And by the way, almost every single photo I have of us as kids shows my sister and I dressed in matching outfits, despite being 2 years apart in age. I swear, Mom must have wanted twins!)