Archive Guy

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Sometimes we just put too much pressure on ourselves. Sometimes the help just can’t take it any more. Sometimes we are the help. (MP3)
Sometimes we just put too much pressure on ourselves. Sometimes the help just can’t take it any more. Sometimes we are the help. (MP3)
Content tags (find similar stories): humor | metaphorical | monolog | MP3

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  1. Allen Cobb

    Exactly! In “real life” (if there is such a thing) I have a gentler version of that relationship with the guy in my basement, and I often forget that bossing him around, or especially RUSHING him, is the worst way to retrieve some item he’s looking for on my behalf. I’m teaching myself — when the item doesn’t appear instantly — to relax instead of pushing harder to remember it. And like magic, the sooner I let go the sooner the missing word or name or factoid pops into my awareness. So I think I’m developing a kinder, more appreciative relationship with my Archive Guy.

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  2. Elaine Duncan

    A very creative treatment of the memory as an independent entity, an overworked servant, with its boss, the human being. I found it interesting that the author chose to have the memory complain over and over; however, as the circumstances for the complaints mounted up, I understood the purpose of choice. Over time the mind becomes an overloaded storehouse for endless information more difficult to access by us as we grow into our vintage years. We ask a lot of our memory, the retrieving mechanism of the mind. We continue to load the mind with information and always expect the memory to quickly and efficiently produce what we ask for. Imagine a pack animal trudging along an endless trail its load always increasing yet it is never given acknowledgement or well deserved rest for its tireless efforts.

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