I happen to enjoy looking back through my planners and social media posts, which are, truthfully, quite bland compared to Didion’s style of notebook keeping. Though Didion’s essay appears to demonstrate her remarkable memory, I do not have trouble recalling specific details despite the lack in my log(s) of embellished or exaggerated additions. When I look at my social media profiles, just like Didion states, “It all comes back.” Additionally, she makes a striking point regarding the comparison of oneself in the present versus past through the notebook; “I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.” She continues to describe herself at various points in her life, which is a feature not exclusively available to revisionists like herself. I sometimes take a stroll down my own memory lane and chuckle, shake my head, and even scoff at things I have posted. I am often thankful during these virtual strolls that I did not choose to be a revisionist; I can recall the events quite vividly and am relieved at my omission of some details, whether imagined or truthful, to the imagination of
I happen to enjoy looking back through my planners and social media posts, which are, truthfully, quite bland compared to Didion’s style of notebook keeping. Though Didion’s essay appears to demonstrate her remarkable memory, I do not have trouble recalling specific details despite the lack in my log(s) of embellished or exaggerated additions. When I look at my social media profiles, just like Didion states, “It all comes back.” Additionally, she makes a striking point regarding the comparison of oneself in the present versus past through the notebook; “I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.” She continues to describe herself at various points in her life, which is a feature not exclusively available to revisionists like herself. I sometimes take a stroll down my own memory lane and chuckle, shake my head, and even scoff at things I have posted. I am often thankful during these virtual strolls that I did not choose to be a revisionist; I can recall the events quite vividly and am relieved at my omission of some details, whether imagined or truthful, to the imagination of