While some people remember the bad things very clearly and nurse extreme grudges for years on end, I seldom remember the bad things for long enough for a grudge to take root.
I'm sure there are many occasions on which people have insulted me or rejected me or belittled me or done me out of something, but they rapidly vanish from my memory and are mere water under the bridge.
I'll remember the enjoyable parts of a holiday, but the negative things - the disappointing hotel rooms or the flight delays or the dreadful weather - just fade away as if they never happened.
I only remember the bad things if they're especially bad and especially memorable, like the mattress in our San Francisco hotel that was the creakiest mattress we've ever encountered, or the food poisoning I had on a flight to Australia.
It means I can look back on my life and think it has generally gone well, because I forget all the things that would make me think otherwise.
The flaming row I had with my boss in 2015? What flaming row? I thought we got on rather well....
You are lucky! Then again, my memory is blunter than it was, so maybe the past has a tendency to grow rosier as time goes by.
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That is a good trait to have!
ReplyDeleteYou are fortunate, nick. I remember the wrongs I have done more than was done to me, but I do remember those at times as well.
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