- Sobs in nostalgia *
unconsequential
The way he would love that
There are mentions of pictures, and she herself was aware such pictures may exist and asked whether they had been released. So, no, you’re misled. Forcing detainees through beatings and physical force into interacting with the Israeli flag is a common humiliation practice by Israelis if you know anything about them. It’s pretty much standard practice. They wouldn’t think twice about doing it to their newest victim regardless of who “she thinks she is”.
I agree. There are also a lot of older people on the flotilla and Greta’s age and mannerism could easily lead someone to refer to her in this framing. There are probably people on those boats who have grandkids her age and absolutely have kids her age or older.
Supremacists gonna supremacist.
Are we ready to believe victims now? Are we ready to act?
It’s the small gestures
Communialism?
I mean we’re in a mass extinction event already…
But we have luxury items! You must impress strangers!
What a ~~odd~~ fascist thing to say
No, because other people hold many of those memories for you. And while memories and conditioning play a role in personality they aren’t the end all on who we are. We are still us, even if a bit “different” from before.
Absafuckinglootly, because I carry that friendship and _I _ owe that loyalty. Just because they can’t remember us, I don’t get to abandon them. Loyalty. People need to learn it.
Memory to me is often jarring and annoying. I suffer from unrequested flashbacks frequently.
But, memory is kind of amazing because you can have a shared memory with someone and it be completely different from their experience. Memory is so malleable, and often a coping mechanism, both natural and taught, for dealing with traumas is literally rewriting your memory to something you can live with. Shaving off the pieces you can’t or making them more “dull”.
I had night terrors after a bad accident until my brain literally rewrote the visuals of some of it and while I could verbalize it to you, I couldn’t “relive” that piece anymore which was a huge physical and emotional relief when it finally happened. And I didn’t do it, my brain did it on its own. Memory is weird.
Memory is often deceitful anyway, so relying on it as heavily as we do is actually kind of odd. Our perceived memory is stronger than the real event. We catalog all kinds of other information on top of what is actually the “present”. Think about when you wake up and commit a dream to memory. The retelling of the dream to yourself is actually stronger than the dream itself. Our “story” is the memory not the “present”.
Neat question. I could ramble on this topic for a long time…