I didn't know that I knew this song. When the title came up in conversation with a friend (whose national color is orange, btw) a few weeks ago, it didn't ring any bells (even though I enjoy REM's music). But after looking it up and listening to it, I found that I knew it after all. I could even sing along to it. (But please do me a favor and don't ask for proof.)
So that got me wondering if it's true that our brain stores everything we hear, see, feel, and touch every single day. And if it is, is that a good or a bad thing? I think that everything we experience happens for a reason, and that something good comes out somehow from even the worst experiences. But it's kind of troubling to think that the vast majority of memories are locked in the subconscious, forgotten until something -- an aroma, a taste, a sound -- releases it, by which time it can be too late to do anyone any real good.
Oh, for a more direct connection to this week's Manic Monday theme, orange, I'll state for the record that it's one of my favorite colors. I hope this fact isn't in my buddy Avery's memory bank anymore. He loathes the color and threatened me with bodily harm when I told him I liked it. Kidding! He's a terrific writer (read this, you won't regret it), too bad he doesn't seem to be posting anymore.
Everyone have an enjoyable week!