I forgot

The immiscible combination.

Like oil and water.

One floats on top of the other.

One sinks under the other.

Both may cause a person to purse their lips in disgust upon possible ingestion.

Both useful and good and ok on their own.

Put ‘em together and who knows what may happen.

Sometimes it may take a day to find out.

Sometimes longer.

Emulsification?

Forcing two immisicibles to come together may result in immiseration. Cause immeasurable or immediate immaturity. Immense imminency of immediate immiserate. Imminution of immingling of intertwine. Immobilize and immobilized, reduces from circulation. Immeubles of immovables of immetrical immies. The imminence of imminent imminency. Immingled and immingling the intermingle of all mingling. Once imitated, immitigable mitigance. The immoderacy of it all. The immoderate, inordinate insane immolated destruction. To immure within confines while immunologically immune.

How do you feel?

About what you feel?

Good.

Bad.

Indifferent.

Motivated.

Is the act of forgetting harder to remember that the act of remembering?

Too many words.

Not enough words.

Too many inflections?

Not enough feeling.

Too much feeling

Too many repetitions?

Not enough repetitions?

Voice too low.

Voice too high?

Enunciation muffled.

Ears stuffed.

Failure, to remember.

Inadvertantly neglect.

Put out of one’s mind.

Act improperly, or unbecomingly.

To be unable to remember.

A fact, something that happened.

Slip of the mind.

Be on the tip of my tongue.

Swear loudly.

Takes you back

Admittance.

Take it as it comes.

Take something in stride.

Deal with it calmly, not allowing the influence to affect what you are doing….

It is a balancing act, what with remembering not to forget. Keep the wolf from the door, so to speak. Stretcher this, that, him or her.

AMA. Not listen. Choose not to listen. Listen and forget. Listen and remembered. Can mean quite a few things including advancing, against, and alright.

Simply could be the shot in the arm of all shots in the arm. The thought that counts. The thought that is remembered after burial. Deep down. Once it surfaces, then what to do with it……..

It is the thought that counts. Counts the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, until it fades away. That could be ideal. But to remember may be a feeling, a thing one wishes, really wishes to forget. And to forget, one may wish constantly to remember.

The date.

The time.

The year.

The name.

The street.

The place.

The order.

The calm before the storm. The calm that came before the storm. And changed everything in an instant. And the message of the mess never really faded, it just got “different”.

How are you? Someone asks.

Fine, you say.

When really what you mean to say is that you forgot what before was actually like before the now. Remembering the past may be fraught with “I don’t want to remember.” Too many things to remember that wishful thinking will not even afford a forget— to simply forget.

Drudging them up is just that—a drudge. Destined and continually given and give them a life of their own— those drudgery memories.

Forgetfulness sounds awfully good, awfully simple, awfully freeing. It also sound awful.

The thought is what mends. The though sends a message. The thought is what mends.

A broken heart. A broken moment. A broken feeling. A broken soul.

“Don’t give it a second thought”, we sometimes speak in an attempt to comfort. Some may find it difficult to give a thought a second thought. “One and done”. Not exactly. One hit wonder? There is always a rewind. First guess, best guess? Not so much with matters of the heart.

The heart hears more than we think. The heart thinks more than we think sometimes too. Better than the ears even. Herman Ebbinghaus studied the mechanisms of forgetting by experimentation. He memorized lists of three letter nonsense syllable words—two consonants and one vowel in the middle. Ebbinghaus discovered the much of what we forget is lost soon after it is originally learned. Forgetting eventually levels off.😳

Sigmund Freud theorized that people intentionally forget. In order to push bad thoughts and feelings deep into their unconscious, a process he called repression.(Wk)

Memories, like the corners of our minds.

With unwanted memories, there is motivated forgetting into unconscious repression and conscious thought suppression. Who knew thinking was so complicated!

Don’t give it as second thought. Don’t worry. Don’t fret. Don’t give a situation or decision pause for any doubt, concern, or further consideration. Create for one enough space to move around unencumbered, freely—give ‘em some elbow room.

The best thought, the thought that counts is to give a person thoughtfulness. To give one’s assistance in order to deal with or overcome a difficult task or situation. To give back the most meaningful of give backs—the best of yourself. To return to someone their self that they may have forgotten long ago, with all the forgetting and the remembering required.

Back to square one. This may be the frustration of forgetting and remembering. Way back to the beginning. Why start at the time it all started? Boring? Painful? Resorting? Rehashing never served anyone well, has it?

It can. In spades. If dealt with as it comes. In the moment. Memories and all. Thoughts and all. Back to square one implies a failure. A full failure. Harsh thoughts for certain. However? how does one learn the best of the best and how to get back on the horse. A dead end perhaps. Could be. No one really knows all the answers, remembers everything.

The best we can hope to do is: Encode. Store. Retrieve. Short-term. Long-term. Seconds to minutes, hours to years. Maybe even a whole lifetime. Focus helps. But not always. It is a wonder we are not in a constant trance-like robotic state of existence.

Take the plunge—in the water—sans the oil—give it a second thought. See where it goes. See how it goes. Thoughtfulness is best served with a smile, with a give back, with a helping 🖐️ hand. The remember or the wish to forget is worth remembering why we are here, why we strive for being alive.