𝘋𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘰 𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘰𝘥𝘢
From my bsky:
It's a weird feeling not being able to empathize with your past self. To try and recall an event, unsure if it was a few days ago or over a week. To be asked "how've you been?", during a good day in what you know has been a bad week, but you say "pretty alright!" because you can't remember what the bad felt like until it's back. Pulling up memories, but instead of recalling the feelings of joy or despair associated with them, all the snapshots are narrated with a matter-of-fact "you enjoyed yourself!" or "you didn't do much that day, except panic about something that doesn't matter now" or "you got overwhelmed, so you left." If you say so! For what it's worth, I'm doing fine! I just couldn't remember December so I make a comic about it. If anyone else is like me, then maybe you also undergo this paradox of empathizing with a cartoon animal who's living your experiences more than you do your own memories of those moments? It doesn't have to be lonely.
