Choosing favorites among a recording of experiences tends to create a reward system or at the very least motivation for engaging in similar experiences to really have that state again. I don't think this is a very good answer or sound ideology as it can lead to illness so choosing favorites in a lifetime makes no sense since I don't think it can be done, there are joys and sorrows in each event and recount. It's what baffled wrote about and the idea of remembering what has happened yet not choosing some state to have comparison.
One favorite memory I recall right now occurred what must have been about 18 months ago when I had to take care of a baby second cousin. She was about 2 months old and so could not hold up her head very well yet, requiring that she spend much time sleeping. During a rehearsal for a band performance, her mom was occupied entrusting me with the infant for a brief while. I was tired from a busy Saturday and decided to rest in bed for a few minutes. However, duties could not be neglected and yet I did need some rest so a mutually accepted solution needed to be devised. I thought of letting her sleep but a child is still fragile at that age and something could possibly go wrong in her moving around and falling off the bed. Still, I needed some rest. What I finally realized was that I could make a circular shape with my body and arms, use pillows as makeshift barriers to create a sort of wall where I could rest keeping an eye on her and maybe even utilize the great advantage of physical proximity to share body warmth lulling her to sleep. I did just that. Droopy eyelids have a life of their own sometimes and so does shared closeness. We both fell asleep, the sight appearing like a monster griffin protecting her young from what troubles awaited in the world beyond the confines of a created nest. A swift and accurate blow to the jawbone woke me up and through blurry eyes, the sight of a kicking, mischievious, pudgy infant was supplemented with sensations of smooth skin rubbing against a scraggly day-old beard. Part of me, just like the placid bed and a created shell broken by child's play still stays in a semi-circle remembering that child as she once was. Now she's walking and voluminously expounding upon the virtues of "gargtttgggaaa" and "flasaapphhrrggt-aaa". Needless to say, communication with her is not as easy as it once had been. But it rarely is with females
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HC*
Cheers !
