I beg to differ
Under the guise of
misremembering with the advantage of being caught unawares in the heat of the
moment or a discussion, you hear things that on reflection you know for a fact
were never the situation when what is being referenced is recalled differently.
Oh, that we had the
presence of mind to call out those things before they become the new narrative
presented as the truth it never was. You do wonder if you are being taken for a
fool or if the recollection is working in the assumption that you must have
forgotten the reality that you experienced in full living colour.
How it really
happened
The capacity of my
memory sometimes amazes me, books and records of the senses in motion left apparently
gathering dust in the shelves of the mind, at moments of deep thought and
reflection get dusted off and leafed through to pages of an instant relived
unmistakably as it is real.
It is against that
vivid recollection that some seek a revision of the fact to suit a new
narrative and press a point of view that is entirely invalid. If one
were to look at this charitably, how we are being lied to and taken for
dullards is expressed in their talking out of both sides of their mouths.
Our silence buys
peace
The lasting effect of
that sometimes-inadvertent deception is distrust and anger, for once again, you
are discounted in the equation of things as inconsequential and irrelevant.
Your restraint or occasion to the unfortunate absence of mind is taken as
agreement and acquiescence. It ultimately comes to my writing to redress the false impression, it matters little whether it is read or not.
What we have been
witnesses to, remains an aspect of our participation, that no one thought to
ask how we were affected by it lends itself to certain cultural norms that
appear to infer that time resolves things and children forget things. Nothing
could be further from the truth. We compartmentalise and put things away to
save ourselves from trauma, it is a self-preservation mechanism more than
anything else.
We saw it all even if
we did not offer an opinion then. When they think they have pulled the
wool over our eyes, we see through it all, that the perfect is as imperfect as it is
given to wilful corruption. What we excuse is for the sake of peace and de-escalation
of the confrontational, the day we decide to challenge the presumptions, no one
can be prepared for the shock of our clear perceptions.
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