So what if the most important day in somebody's life was just another Tuesday for me?
No use sweating over it, there's nothing I can do about it one way or the other.
What I'm trying to mean is that if I was a dipshit one day and didnt think much of it and brushed it off and then completly forgot about it but I made such a bad impression on someone I used to know. I know for a fact I have done this and just forgot about it and it just rips away at me :
Not even a little. Memories are based on perspective. An incomplete picture. Even reconstructing an event from many perspectives one must still interpret how to resolve conflicts of memory, and memory is unreliable and can change with time. Other people can't see your inner monologue, they judge from words and deeds based on their assumptions of your motivation and meaning. so memory is subjective as is perspective, we are prone to self bias, and more importantly people change with time so "you" are a fluid concept gradually changing every moment. I don't need to remember having breakfast or what I ate 3 weeks ago because I'm here and fine so it doesn't matter. I remember what is most important to me (unreliably) and my past experiences remembered or not shape who I am now, just as now shapes who I will be. I'm me this moment and when the moment is gone so is this me. In a moment I know what I'll do, and the values I keep will guide my hand.
and vice versa. If we run around trying to figure out what everyone else on earth is thinking we will certainly be disappointed, and possibly have a lot less time to do productive things. In the end the only way we will ever know the world while alive is as it exists in our own heads. We can try to consider others and see different perspectives but we are limited to what occurs in our own mind as to how we fit the pieces together.
I can remember things from random years, like specific memories. It trips me out because I can't remember what I ate two days ago but I can remember being 5 at a relatives house, she made sopa de queso (cheese soup) and put avacado in it. I told her I dislike avacado so she got me another bowl. It's crazy how some years you don't remember and others you do
Someone said to me once, "I bet there were people who thought Mother Teresa was a bitch." We can't even control our own perceptions, there's certainly no expectation of being able to control another's.
Yes. Funny enough she's held as a religious figure by many, but by the end of her life had basically rejected or at least extremely questioned religion.
I cannot remember anything from before 5th grade for me, and it is not because I am in fifth grade. I am in fact graduating from high school this year. The only memories I have beyond fifth grade is getting tripped in kindergarten and this really dumb joke my substitute teacher told my class.
No use sweating over it, there's nothing I can do about it one way or the other.