Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
In the course of family dinners, in addition to having some great food and amazing time with my daughter’s family, it has become apparent that Gem does not remember her younger years quite the way that I do. Being a vocal proponent of the tenant that there is no such thing as a historical fact and that “what happened” is always subject to interpretation and selective memory, I have noticed that we tell some very different stories at time of what happened. Neither are “wrong” [although I get the impression that Gem is correcting me] but it does make you wonder why the narrative changed from mother to daughter, neh?
I have been pondering the stories that we tell to ourselves and how much of them stem from roles that we play in our lives and how we use both to identify who we are. An interesting article http://aeon.co/magazine/psychology/how-a-hero-narrative-can-transform-the-self/ tied in these narratives about our lives with change and confabulation. Interesting concept that confabulation http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Confabulationand obviously there are those who see it as a psychological disorder. I wonder if it is actually related to the ability to create multiple personalities, each with their own unique story.
And I wonder if the stories I am telling myself about myself and my roles in life are actually true, or just a story….