I talked with the people who did the Challenger Study on flashbulb memory. Definitely showed that the memory fades, which kind of start to unravel the theory that it is a unique kind of memory that is specifically accurate.

Dec 15, 2019 16:05:29 GMT c said:

During the conference someone did talk about the human trials of propranolol memory blocking to treat PTSD. Basically they would weaken memory with propranolol and other drugs then do intense recall of the traumatic events to re-encode the memory while removing much of the emotional impact of it and making it fade somewhat. People were absolutely horrified by this.

Sounds like a great way to foster sociopaths.

It is fascinating in a society that talks so much about truth, that in the end the human condition makes truth subjective.
Quid est veritas?

When I was a teenager I got blackout drunk at a friend's birthday party. The last thing I remember was being outside in his backyard and seeing someone fall off his trampoline. I laughed so hard it made me throw up, so I went in the house. Or at least I'm guessing I did because I went from being outside to waking up on his bathroom floor the next morning.

I puked everywhere and was sleeping on the floor in my underwear using a towel as a blanket. I probably almost died by choking to death on my own vomit. When my friends found me in the morning they couldn't believe the shape I was in. It was bad.

I was hungover as fuck, had to ask his dad to help me wash my clothes, had to clean up all the vomit in his bathroom, then go home and pick up my sisters and take them to hockey practice. I learned my lesson about drinking to excess and then some.

I could go on a long rant about why I needed this lesson to learn how to drink responsibly but I won't bother. Long story short, my family doesn't drink (for good reason) and treated drinking like the devil. For a long time (well into my adult life) I had to hide the fact that I drank from my parents. If anyone cares I'll share why but it'll take some typing that I don't feel like doing right now.

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After vowing to never do that again, about six years later when I was in my early 20's, I accidentally got blackout drunk again. It was my 23rd birthday and I was in my last year of living in Toronto, I had already graduated and I was about to move to Saskatchewan with my girlfriend. My friends knew this might be my last birthday in Ontario for a while so they took me out on the town. Also I was working for a marketing company in downtown Toronto.

My boss and co-workers were your stereotypical business-type city douchebags. They found out I was going to a bar with some friends and said they'd meet us there. They showed up and started buying me shots, which I was fine with, but then a couple drinks were just mean. I think one was gin mixed with whiskey and then when I almost spit it out one handed me a drink and told me it was water (it was vodka) and then they pulled the same shit again later on in the night by handing me a chaser they said was Coke (it was Jager).

I thought I was handling myself pretty good but it all hit me at once and I grabbed a friend and said we had to leave. He got me in a cab and we went back to campus, and I remember the cab ride back, I remember getting out of the cab on campus and throwing up, I remember walking into the residence and having the front desk staff laugh at me (I worked as an RA/security guy as well so they all knew me and knew I was out drinking that night), then I woke up to my roommate checking on me the next morning.

He asked me why my clothes were in the kitchen and I said I didn't know. I texted the people that walked me home and they told me when they got me to my room I just started taking my clothes off and said I was going to bed so they left me be. It was a good laugh at my expense and I was fortunate enough that I recognized how drunk I was getting that I asked my friend to get me home, otherwise it could have been a bad night.

Oh and the co-worker douchebags racked up a $250 bill and bailed. They paid most of it back on Monday when I went to work but they weren't nice about it. They couldn't understand why I wasn't happy about covering THEIR bill on MY birthday. Assholes.