because sometimes I feel like starting a meme just to see if it catches on.

[kodalai]

Suppose you got up from your chair, tripped and fell, and hit your head. You wake up hours later with no memory of who you are, where you are, or how you got here. You have no memory of your past, your family, or your life. Look around you. What in your room would give you a clue as to what sort of person you really are? Your walls? Your desk? Your computer? Your house? (or apartment, or dorm.) Would you be able to figure out how to get help? Contact your family and friends? What new things might you discover about yourself?

Well, to start with, I have a picture of my family on my wall. I think if I correctly managed to identify myself in it, I could deduce who they were from that. There are no labels on the pic tho, so I'd have no idea who their names were, or mine.

Next to the photo of my family there's posted up an academic calender. From that I could probably safely garner the year, and the fact that I was a student, get a general idea of what age I was supposed to be, and the name of the college I was a student at. So from there I could probably make a game effort at contacting my school. If I couldn't give them my name, though, they might get annoyed and hang up.

I'd definitely form the impression that I had an anime fetish.

And that I was not a very neat individual.

I would probably decide that I had a fetish with plastic water bottles.

If my computer had turned off in the interim, I'd be screwed, cos it requires a password to access and I wouldn't remember it. If it was still on, though, I could take a stab at messing around with the computer to seek information. My directory is organized in a very top-level, intuitive way, but there are only a few documents with my personal information and they aren't in obvious places. Unless I remembered how to run a search function, I might get frustrated and give up. Ah ha! But under the apple menu it says "Logout" and my real name. Identity at last! :)

My cell phone is hanging around and assuming it decided to cooperate, it has an address book of phone numbers. Even if I couldn't remember anyone's names, it has useful labels like "Mum" or "Home" so that would be helpful. And, of course, "Pizza."

The kitchen would determine in fairly short order that I was either a food junkie or a health nut, depending on whether I looked in my roommate's cabinets or mine. I guess if my roommate were home, he could at least tell me who I was and helpfully dial the emergency room for me.

Not much else in the apartment would be helpful, aside from the knowledge that I am apparently an incompetant gardener.

By doing this I have successfully procrastinated 15 minutes on my schoolwork. Which, remarkably, is the same number of minutes as I have pages left to write! :D

[edit] I AM NOW ON A ROLL YES WHAT
[edit 2] Does anyone know where I can find literature support for the concept of "the other?"
[edit 3] tavella IS THE MASTER OF GOOGLE-FU, ALL SHALL LOVE HER AND DESPAIR

Comments

[ayelle.livejournal.com]

Was this inspired by that Buffy episode where they all lose their memories and come to some pretty silly conclusions about who they really are (perhaps the best being that Giles and Anya deduce that they are engaged but that he was planning to fly off to England and abandon her)?

Want pizza now.

[kodalai.livejournal.com]

No, because I never saw it, but it sounds like it was funny. :)