Galilea Suarez Week 13: Everything With A Grain of Salt

You and Kostya walk under the blazing sun to the ice cream shop two blocks away. You get (insert your favorite) ice cream while Kostya buys an ice cream sandwich. You both enjoy the cooling desert while talking about life. Senior year is coming in a few months and you both share your worries and desires for the future. You feel this bond start to form, the relationship becomes profound and you guys are now best friends. 


Kostya walks with his friend to the ice cream shop with his acquaintance. He does not particularly feel anything towards this person, though the heat makes anyone want to step into a freezer and never come out. Why not? He thinks. He buys his favorite, a Nestle Vanilla  Sandwich and sees his companion get an ice cream cone. As he walks back to his house, however, his ice cream buddy continues to follow him talking to him about their fears for the future. He decides to contribute to the conversation avoiding them from getting awkward. 



Decades pass, and they get a message: 

Highschool reunion of 2025

When: August 12 

Time: 1 PM

Where: Lake Elizabeth

Dress code: Casual


You and Kostya meet on August 12 and reminisce on that one ice cream excursion. 

“No yeah I thought it was really weird that you were following me.” Said Kostya.

“Following you?” You reply confused.

“Yeah. You walked with me to my house and just talked about this really deep topic.”

“Oh. Yeah sorry about that. Anyways, how have you been?” You said, changing the subject. 


Whose memory of the situation is accurate? Memory is such a biased thing we have. Our memories are influenced by our feelings when we make them; they are changed by our feelings about that event. They are the most unreliable thing we have. Constantly changing, always unreliable. However, that is something I love about it. 


Since there is never an answer that is 100% accurate. There is another way to see a situation. A memory that brings you distress can always be changed into something that makes you laugh. If there is an argument between two people, majority of the time no one person is entirely wrong. I love anything that proves nothing is black and white, and our recollection of memories proves it.

Comments

  1. Anna PaulMarch 26, 2024 at 10:09 PM

    Hi Galilea! I really love how you approached this topic with a little storytelling of your own. It added more to your style of writing which makes it really unique! Anyways, I agree with your ideas of memory since it cannot be completely trusted. Especially with arguments, we tend to not hear both sides of the story which makes it difficult for us to be able to understand the whole picture. We would pin the blame on someone despite the possible reality being that both were not entirely in the wrong. I do think as well that memory is an interesting thing to think about because of how unpredictable it is. It is always changing and developing and we tend to not take notice to that. I remember talking with my friends about our past memories and we all tend to have different recollections of certain events. Though it was quite annoying to not have a common idea of what had happen at this particular event, it did show how unique our memory is since they are not the same. I feel that memory is a good and bad thing because of it. Its good because of how unpredictable it is, it gets us to think about the past and even question the reliability of it. Yet it is getting us to question this. As a whole memory is complex and I am glad that we get to dive into it for this quarter's blogs! Thank you for your blog!

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  2. Mai PMarch 27, 2024 at 12:43 PM

    Hi Galilea. I once again love your very personal and realistic style. There is something so magnetic about the way that you approach a topic which makes it so easy to relate to and write about (which is why I really love reading through your blogs). But to go into your actual blog, I, too, find it interesting how our perspectives can impact how we view our world, especially with our memory. I remember I spoke to friends about the first time we met and was shocked by how differently we viewed our first interaction with one another. It was also a little embarrassing because I am famously known for being bad at reading a room. But I remembered talking to her every day as we passed through our classes, and I always tried to speak to her because she was a new student back then. Talking about it years later in high school she told me that she found me rather annoying and did not understand why I kept trying to be her friend. The thing is I remember asking her if I was bothering her but she always said no. Now looking back we can laugh about it and we eventually did become pretty close friends but back then we had very different perspectives of one another and remembered things so differently. Those kinds of differences also enrapture me. It is so interesting to think that we can view ourselves and others so contrarily. Nothing is ever just how we see things and it is important to understand that our views and memories, no matter how confident we may be, can be wrong or different.

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  3. Nanki KaurMarch 27, 2024 at 9:26 PM

    Hello Galilea! You have a gift for writing- I hope you know this. Your storytelling is very distinctive of your personal writing style and I really like the format that you ended up choose for this blog. The fill in the blank style that you have chosen for the blog is extremely interactive and a very unique and creative approach which I appreciate throughout this blog since it was like a breath of fresh air seeing that we don't really get to have a say in most of these blogs besides comments, so it was really interesting to see you integrate the audience like this. Additionally, this story scenario was really interesting as well because I got very invested in the story until I found out that there could be a difference in memory between me and Kostya. You are very right in that different people will have different recollections and in fact this is a situation that is very real to me because I recently had a split with a friend who framed her recollections differently than I did, which leads us to wonder who really had a break in memory and how perceptions impact the memory of each person. This is irrelevant to the content of your blog and the memory I would love to know more about where you got the name Kostya from! It's very unique! It's also very unique that your take on something that is the most unreliable thing we have has humans is so positive! Your mindset always opens me up to new perspectives and I love that. Amazing job!

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