memory is shit, isn't it?
i just finished binge watching a Japanese Drama called "The Memorandum of Kyoko Okitegami"
the premise is simple: Kyoko Okitegami is a very good detective, her only problem is that everytime she sleeps, her memory resets, makes her forget everything, with her memories prior to the accident remains. she keep notes about who she is in her bodies, from her name, her job, her circumstances, etc.
then there is this dude, Yakusuke, with such a bad luck, everytime there is a case, he is always the number 1 suspect, and he always needs the detective to help him.
you know where this is going right? the man remembers everything, then he fell in love. the detective remembers nothing, so everyday is a new day for her.
bad luck continues, they meet almost everyday, until one day, one case, she sees him differently, she feels she can trust him, then before she gone to sleep, she adds another notes, "i can trust Yakusuke"
now everytime she wakes up, she saw his name, without knowing who he is, and why she put his name there, and everytime she meet him, eventhough it's for the first time, now she's trying to find out why his name is there, and at the end of the day, she decides that it's worth it, she keeps the name.
there's something profound there, isn't that how we form relationships? of course her case is an extreme example, but the basic is there: we don't know the person, after few interactions, we decide that he/she is worth keeping, and every interaction after the decision, we still trying to decide what's their level: is it just colleague? friends? or even lover?
it is our job to try our best, and let others decide.
but she have one advantage: she has no preconceived idea about who he is. she only know his name. our past is the best and worst of our life.
i'm fucking mellow right know, who knows watching a detective/comedy series would remind me of fucking 50 first dates and made me feel like shit.