I want to know if it's just me or if anybody else experiences this.. Sometimes i'll just sit back and start remembering my past years, life phases, experiences, etc.. Then i'll find myself thinking really hard to place an experience at a certain month and year.. i dont know if im making any sense.. Example: I remember one harsh winter in which i spent every single day smoking outside in a park with my best friend because we both have strict parents so it was the only way.. we would walk around town in the freezing cold calling up every dealer we knew and waiting on them, the memory is VERY clear in my head, but i just feel like i'm not able to place it in a timeline.. I know it was winter so it was around the months of december and january but i'm not sure if it was my last year of high school or my first year of college lol.. and this happens with many other memories and phases.. Example#2: Sometimes i'll remember like 3 or 4 phases that i've lived through but i can't seem to put them in order, i know they all happened and i remember them vividly, however i just cant remember which one came first, second, third.. ahhhh it's frustrating! lol does this happen to anyone else? if so, please share
Its Cause were all Stoners This shit just happens AND honestly over time it happens to non stoners also.. Like if something awesome happened to me and my mom and then a few years later we were reminicnig TRYING to remember when it happened wed both be kinda like... Well Fuck... atleast we know it happened
lol im glad to know im not the only one.. shit gets confusing at times trying to put events in chronological order haha
Used to get so obsessed with this that I recorded most of my tenth grade sessions in a book inc. who I was with, what we did, how much we smoked etc. just so the memory was stronger. That was a fucking brilliant year with some of my most cherished experiences, and knowing when they happened and in what sequence... didn't really do much lol.
Honestly, not trying to bring this thread down, but I've been through so much shit and I've just tried as hard to forget it that most of the good parts of my life are blanc. This is no joke, it hurts when thinking about it. I almost got no good memories from my child hood because of that bitch who calls herself my mother. Just to round off the edges, my "mother" used to be the very best mother you can EVER imagine. She actually cared for me and disciplined me so I'd knew how to act, but then all that changes, she got a fucking psycho boyfriend that hit my lil bro and older bro and the story begins, but fuck that, don't wanna go down that road. So to be honest, I don't have many good memories at all. And when people talk about it I feel so damn left out because I got nothing at all to say besides the short, little memories I got that doesn't really mean shit.
Just consider yourself lucky that you still have those memories. Cherish them and never forget the memories you've made with others in your lifetime. Because when all is said and done the only thing you will have to hold onto will be the memories. Trust me. One day you will look back on your entire life jumping from one memory to the next trying to piece together everything that has happened to you across your lifetime. You don't cherish a memory because of the day it happened on or the time it occurred, you cherish it because of the feeling inside it gives you when you remember them. Slow down, take your time, and enjoy life. I promise you won't regret it.
Yeah I do that too. Quite often actually. I sometimes get smoking sessions mixed up when I'm thinking back on it too like mixing sessions together even though they happened at different times. Stoner memory
i often get flashbacks from my younger years. it is natural. we usually think o times when we felt good, giving us a building block for the foundations of our future.