Selective memory

My brother called me up last night to talk about various stuff.  One of the subjects that came up was related to our childhood growing up, specifically post divorce.  He was making comparisons to the rather chaotic and miserable times we went through and using those as a blueprint to not make the same mistake with his daughter.  He was recounting details of our times growing up that I honestly haven’t thought about in years.  In fact even if I am asked to recall much detail from that time period I am rather fuzzy.  I do know that generally speaking it was a period of time that was filled with lots of unhappiness but perhaps for that reason, I don’t think much about it.  A simpler explanation would be that so much time has passed that the memories are no longer sharp and instead are now just glazed over, dusty remnants. 

It would be quite easy to dig into my childhood and point fingers everywhere as the reason things are as they are however at least in my mind, that doesn’t do much good.  In the end the only person responsible for your actions is the schlub in the mirror.