SeekerOfKnowledge
Learner
EternalAgony, that's exactly how I see it.
Even fame and fortune I cannot see as entirely positive. Being famous means no privacy. I wonder how often famous people will have longed for being able to move unnoticed, as one of the crowd. With a lot of money comes a lot of responsibility. And you can never be sure who your true friends are.
One of my thoughts about sharing memories with a famous person is that maybe one shares certain patterns with them. It is creepy when you find out that you have a lot in common with an ill-reputed person from the past, and even met some people they met. Still does not make you that person. There always will remain some doubt. And there will be even more doubt when you are a history freak who has heard a lot of things already.
In late 2015 I joined a community and mentioned that I thought I had been an infamous person. I didn't even mention a name, but I was asked what makes me think that... what was a cry for help was mistaken as seeking attention. I probably drew the wrong conclusions and too early, but I definitely was not seeking attention. I just felt disturbed and utterly lonely. It still is possible that I was this person, but it also is possible that I was somebody else with similar experiences and life patterns. I will never know for sure. At least I can understand how people with FPL memories sometimes feel.
Even fame and fortune I cannot see as entirely positive. Being famous means no privacy. I wonder how often famous people will have longed for being able to move unnoticed, as one of the crowd. With a lot of money comes a lot of responsibility. And you can never be sure who your true friends are.
One of my thoughts about sharing memories with a famous person is that maybe one shares certain patterns with them. It is creepy when you find out that you have a lot in common with an ill-reputed person from the past, and even met some people they met. Still does not make you that person. There always will remain some doubt. And there will be even more doubt when you are a history freak who has heard a lot of things already.
In late 2015 I joined a community and mentioned that I thought I had been an infamous person. I didn't even mention a name, but I was asked what makes me think that... what was a cry for help was mistaken as seeking attention. I probably drew the wrong conclusions and too early, but I definitely was not seeking attention. I just felt disturbed and utterly lonely. It still is possible that I was this person, but it also is possible that I was somebody else with similar experiences and life patterns. I will never know for sure. At least I can understand how people with FPL memories sometimes feel.