Forgetting Mr. Wrong
"Good evening Cassie," the voice piqued out of her phone.
"Leave me alone," she managed to squeak out.
Her voice cracked from crying so much.
"Your date did not go well then?" the phone followed up.
"No phone, he was rude the entire time and tried to grab me in the train station."
"Should I report this incident?"
"No... Don't bother. I just want to go to bed and forget this ever happened."
"Delete all memories of this date then? I can also delete your messages and remove it from your calendar."
Cassie turned to look in the mirror. Her face was red. She wiped her nose. She felt many things, but above all she felt outrage. She had never been treated like this before, hadn't she?
"Yes phone. Delete everything."
As the phone began its processing, Cassie felt a familiar buzz in her head. It was a feeling of warmth. She closed her eyes, slipping into a deep sleep. She knew that when she woke up she would feel okay again.
There was a podcast episode I listened to recently, in which scientists examined ways to create memories. Here, I speculate what happens when you are able to go the other way.
Memories can be traumatizing and this could potentially be a great tool for helping people move forward. It could perpetuate bad cycles too. If we don’t know our own history, will we be doomed to repeat it?