{"id":2596,"date":"2018-05-25T15:14:01","date_gmt":"2018-05-25T15:14:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/?p=2596"},"modified":"2018-05-25T15:14:01","modified_gmt":"2018-05-25T15:14:01","slug":"highly-superior-autobiographical-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/2018\/05\/highly-superior-autobiographical-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"

Damn<\/a>. I guess I have Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. It’s May. In 1991, I saw Akira at the theater in May. I talked about it a bunch<\/a> of times. I still remember which aisles of the supermarket we went to afterwards, to this day. I remember how my friend’s mom was wondering where to go, while standing there, next to the escalator, which was on my right while I was daydreaming about that in-sane movie I had just watched. I don’t remember much after that because I was so overwhelmed by Otomo’s masterpiece. Every May of every year, I will think about that old shit. I can\u2019t help it.<\/p>\n

I think I have HSAM because of adoption. Memory is like a muscle, you need to use it to make it stronger. And man, did I use mine. My situation had me thinking about situations, over and over and over, my entire life. I rarely forget anything, unless I’m completely exhausted which is rare. I’m a bit OCPD (which is not OCD, don\u2019t be rude).<\/p>\n

Not having blood relatives made me feel like "I have to remember". No one else would nor could! I never forget that I started my life in a small village in France and now look at me, sound designing games, composing music and fixing computers in south LA. It’s been so wild, I always used my memory like "hey, remember when you flew to the south of France with your friend picking you up, blazing a big spliff, and later on going from Perpignan to Barcelona real quick?" Or "damn, that day when I passed a Bugatti Veyron Supercar with the biggest rear wing I had ever seen, in Calabasas because it was so slow due to speed bumps going down the hill, that was weird". Or a million other things that you will read about in my upcoming memoir.<\/p>\n

I can’t stop training my memory. It’s actively working all the time. Thank you Life, I guess.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Damn. I guess I have Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. It’s May. In 1991, I saw Akira at the theater in May. I talked about it a bunch of times. I still remember which aisles of the supermarket we went to afterwards, to this day. I remember how my friend’s mom was wondering where to go, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2596"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2597,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596\/revisions\/2597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2596"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2596"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/har0ld.com\/playground\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2596"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}