When did you feel limited by your memory?

Personally, I think that rather than being limited by memory, a large part of our behavior is based on previous memories. For example, if you travel a long way on the weekend to get a bite of a memory because of the deliciousness of a certain dish at a restaurant. It is your memory that tells you that the food in this restaurant is delicious, so it leads you to eat it, or it can be said that the food in this restaurant is delicious in your memory, which limits your yearning for other dishes in other restaurants.

I think personally, most of my past memories are not clear, if there is a particularly sad kind, after talking to family, friends, even if you can't forget it, you can also let go of a lot of feelings, but if you can't actually go to a psychiatrist for consultation or something, in fact, there are still many ways. If you didn't have good conditions in the past, such as growing up in a mountain village and not having the conditions to live in a big city, you think it will limit your current life, but it also depends on whether there is someone to guide you well, broaden your horizons, and if you work hard, you can also eliminate a large part of the impact.

If I had been asked this question before, I probably wouldn't. But when I started counseling and read the relevant books, I felt that many times I was limited by the memories of the past. For example, when you feel that you are easily angry, it is actually what happened and the characters behaved that triggered the frustrated memories of childhood.

There is also the involuntary desire to replicate the previous feelings of success and pleasure, and to get stuck in some bad habits.

Memories of the past really limit me. In psychological terms, memory creates schemas, and schemas unconsciously shape our every move, and even our later memories of other things. Some memories have taught me some ways to cope with different things in my life.

But the result of it is my own limitations. I didn't dare to take that step and change what my memory made me learn. I'm afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid of making mistakes, and I'm going to be limited in the end.

But it's much better when you realize that.

Great! There is always a moment when someone, something, or somehow, brings back a memory from the past, and that memory is often shocking (and most impressive) at the time. If the memories are good, they tend to get caught up in them, and the more they don't think about it, the more they think about it, as if they are being dragged by something.

If there's this memory chip, then I'm going to try to pull it out.

There is always a moment when someone, something, or somehow, brings back a memory from the past, and that memory is often shocking (and most impressive) at the time. The more he didn't think about it, the more he thought about it, as if he was being dragged by something. If there's this memory chip, then I'm going to try to pull it out.

When I've been hurt and deceived, it's hard to trust people anymore, even if they're well-intentioned. Although the past is like a cloud, there are still some memories that cannot be erased, just like the old man of time carved into it with a knife, so that I can never jump out of the mold frame of this memory in my future life.

When I was in the third grade, I participated in a debate and got up to break the deadlock when the two sides were at a stalemate, but I lost by expressing an unfavorable opinion that my teammates blamed on me after the game. This incident has always left a shadow on my mind, and I still feel unconfident when I am the first to speak and express my opinion in public, and it is largely due to the impact of this incident.

I think a lot of the negative impact depends on whether the past experience has been well resolved. The so-called "one day bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope" is the result of memory.

I often go to the supermarket in the community to buy things, I don't know the boss, but I don't know if he knows me. It wasn't until this year that it was eight years since I realized a few days ago that it was one of our elementary school classmates.

I've been to an internet café once! I felt that the smell of the Internet café was particularly bad, and my friend asked me to play with him, but I refused directly.