Memory

      You might have noticed I haven't written any bad attempts to define different facets of human identity recently. Except facial hair, which let's face it, is a major part of human identity. Humans not including children. Or women. Or those weirdos who shave it all off. But honestly, are those even really humans? I mean if you've ever met a woman, or someone without facial hair, you've probably had a sneaking suspicion that they're not really human. Or if you are female or facially-follicly challenged you've probably had doubts about yourself. Well now you know why.
      Anyway, I've decided to write another post about human identity, this time looking at how it is related to memory. It is often said that we are just made up of a collection of memories, which is true to an extent. Memory is commonly thought of as being like the brain's scrapbook, storing significant life events to be remembered at a later date. In reality this is just one form of memory and not really a particularly important one. In relation to identity memory is better thought of as being like a memory foam mattress. Events affect your personality, leaving 'dents', and are remembered by the changes even if they are not stored in your brain's scrapbook. The importance of this distinction is apparent for people who suffer memory loss. With the conventional way of looking at memory this would mean they would completely lose who they are, which is not entirely the case.
      The reason I decided to write this post, aside from not thinking of a better one, was the realisation that I barely remember over half my life, but that doesn't mean I haven't been affected by what I don't remember.
      Well hopefully you followed that ramble.