Sorry, but your room smells like pee (to some resident in the guys\’ dorm in Berkeley).

The worst thing is that…the most persistent memory is that of a scent. I am trying to wash myself of the unpleasant scent by eating my pasta, wafts of tar from the new roof on our apartment (mind you, the construction is annoyingly loud and there\’s nothing I can do about it because its within public hours).

But back to my thought. Awhile ago I saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and a recent blog brought up that question: If you had a horrible breakup and/or horrible relationship, would you want erase all memories of that to ease the pain?

Obviously, for me, it would be a no. It\’s not that I relish the pain. It\’s more that without these memories, I wouldn\’t be able to figure out what I like or don\’t like. What things never to repeat (thus the saying of George Santayana – those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it) To remember the happy memories…for what it is. Most of all, something to make me more insightful and to inspire my memoirs!