August 19, 2018

"We have two 'selves.' The experiencing self and the remembered self. In the midst of vacation stresses..."

"... we may be stressed and annoyed by family and children and the indignities of bureaucratic travel, but the remembered self easily turns nausea into nostalgia.... We tend to think of these kinds of experiences on the pleasure/pain level, but really, giving a child the gift of a vacation is more on the meaning/moral plane."

Said Harvard psychiatrist Omar Sultan Haque, quoted in "How Your Brain Morphs Stressful Family Vacations Into Pleasant Memories/There may be a lot of bickering, but your memory creates a nostalgia-inducing highlight reel that makes you want to plan the next trip" (NYT).

ADDED: I was drawn to blog this article because of the "2 selves" idea, which appeared in a post 2 days ago. There, the 2 selves were not the experiencing self and the remembered self (that is, the self at 2 different points in time), but the observer self and the acting-in-the-world self (that is, the social, outward self existing at the same time as the self observing itself).

In the situation where you are acting/perceiving at the same time, you might want to get the 2 selves to feel more unified, because you might want to feel/be more genuine and directly expressive or because you're too inhibited and not getting enough of what you want or stopping other people from hurting you.

When the 2 selves are in different points in time, merging the two isn't possible, but you might want to be more conscious of the difference between the two so you can endure the present. And you might choose to do difficult or unpleasant things because it will benefit the future you to have this experience in the past. So, to focus on travel, you might think it's a lot of trouble and you don't know if the good will outweigh the bad, but you'll be making a distinct memory, because you're seeing and doing some new things. Of course, if you travel, you'll be spending some time planning and getting to the place, and that probably won't be a significant memory (and there's potential for a very bad memory, since you could have an accident). So maybe you come out of 10 days of planning and traveling with 5 days of relatively unusual experiences that, from the point of view of the future, will be memories of some substance that benefit Future You.

And yet, if you don't travel, you do something with your time, and that too might benefit Future You, and it will be 10 full days, none spent on the hassles of planning and getting there, and perhaps all of it will be more pleasurable and rewarding than the experience of being in the traveled-to place.

To get back to the article, the fact that Future You will look back on travel days and see them in the golden light of memory doesn't mean you should travel. It's just a perspective on travel, that you probably won't remember the unpleasantness. But you'll still have the unpleasantness. And the Future You who will be doing the remembering will also remember the things you did on days when you did not travel, and those things too will be seen in the golden light of memory.

Finally, you have to factor in the possibility that something terrible will happen, beyond the power of the filter of memory to correct, and I do think that traveling increases the likelihood of a terrible thing happening and that terrible things are worse when they happen away from home. The terrible things I'm thinking of are getting physically injured, medical problems, being a crime victim, getting accused of a crime, and having relationship trouble.

74 comments:

Richard said...

Wow, what deep insight. He must be a Harvard professor.

The Crack Emcee said...

Most of the people I know have never had a vacation, so you guys are on your own here.

Great country.

Birkel said...

If he gets to call himself Sultan, I demand my preferred pronoun be King.
The plural shall be Master.

Johnula said...

We refer to the three stages of our travel (before, during and after) as "Fantasize, criticize, romanticize...").

Barry Dauphin said...

Why stop at two?

Jaq said...

Golf is the same way.

rhhardin said...

Stanley Cavell counts four:

It may be that the sense of falsification comes from the way I understand the phrase "have a body." It is really a mythological way of saying that I am flesh. But I am not satisfied with this myth, for it implies that I also have something other than a body, call it a soul. Now I have three things to put together: a body, a soul, and me. (So there are four things to be placed: I plus those three.) But I no more have a soul than I have a body. That is what I say here and now. People who say they have a soul sometimes militantly take its possession as a point of pride, for instance William Ernest Henley and G.B.Shaw. Take the phrase "have a soul" as a mythological way of saying that I am spirit. If the body individuates flesh and spirit, singles me out, what does the soul do? It binds me to others.

_The Claim of Reason_ p.411

Sebastian said...

"Why stop at two?"

Right. Who is he to suppress my psychological complexity?

Sebastian said...

"Stanley Cavell counts four"

Ooh, a battle of Harvard professors. Can I play?

William James:

"a man has as many social selves as there are individuals who recognize him and carry an image of him in their mind . . . But as the individuals who carry the images fall naturally into classes, we may practically say that he has as many different social selves as there are distinct groups of persons about whose opinion he cares."

Bay Area Guy said...

How could we live without Harvard Psychiatrists dispensing all this sublime wisdom to guide our wretched lives?

Memo to the good Harvard Professor:

Vacations are fun. (See Griswold, Clark)

Fernandinande said...

"The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me.

I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played.

I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you." -- Handey

Drago said...

Your "two selves" are most readily apparent after you've been beheaded by an islamic supremacist.

Anonymous said...

I fell for a clickbait headline. The article doesn't actually tell you anything about the neurology underlying age-old observations about lived experience vs. memory of experience. It's just a collection of travel tips.

Drago said...

Crack: "Most of the people I know have never had a vacation, so you guys are on your own here."

So now you are trying to claim that wasn't you I saw in that Sao Paolo hotel fountain?

Nuce try amigo. Nuce try..but I dont think its going to fool the authorities. Not ti mention the State Dept given the diplomatic incident it caused.

Fernandinande said...

Crack: "Most of the people I know have never had a vacation, so you guys are on your own here."

I think the idea is that one has a "job", or something similar, to vacate from.

CWJ said...

Is he the Sultan of Haque, or just a Haque.

Henry said...

There's also the observing self we were talking about the other day.

Daniel Kahneman phrases professor Haque's point in less rosy terms:

"the experiencing self and the remembering self ... do not have the same interests."

harrogate said...

"Golf is the same way."

OK, that's not bad.

Fernandinande said...

We have two 'elves'. The experiencing elf and the remembering elf.

The experiencing elf walks into a bar and the bartender says "What can I get for you?" and the experiencing elf sighs "I can't remember what I wanted."

Just then the remembering elf walks into the bar, and the bartender says "What can I get for you?" and the remembering elf says "I'll have what he's having, but with a posteriori knowledge on the side."

Francisco D said...

We tend to build narratives about ourselves. That causes us to ignore information counter to our narrative.

If the narrative includes a "happy family" belief, we will suppress information counter to that. If the narrative is "I really hate my family", we are more likely to minimize the happy times.

Kate said...

My vacation was crap, and no matter how much time passes it will still have been crap, but if he's saying that children experience vacation differently, then he's right. And if he's saying that adults have to suck it up so that children can have that wonderful nostalgia, then he's right again.

Wince said...

Gee, if only there were a musical metaphor...

If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they'd never match
My sweet imagination
Everything looks worse in black and white


Kodachrome

They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don't take my Kodachrome away

Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
Mama don't take my Kodachrome away
Mama don't take my Kodachrome away

Joe said...

Just this morning I was looking back and thinking of my most relaxing moments. The one that stands out was during a vacation with my ex, which had a few bad moments. I don't forget those moments, but choose not to dwell on them an instead choose to remember the good parts. The same holds true for many family vacations.

Rabel said...

The remembered self sees dressing in a sexually provocative manner in one's youth as a fashion statement and not as a means to tease and titillate members of the opposite sex.

Also, if you spend your vacation time bickering with your significant other it may be because you're simply a bitch.

n.n said...

My daytime and nighttime self. My weekday and weekend self. My workday and vacation self... when I browse the virtual world for comments and giggles.

n.n said...

I remember the good, the bad, and the ugly, separately and, admittedly, not equally in time and space, and relativity (e.g. family, friends, acquaintances).

tcrosse said...

When asked, which of my many selves should I go fuck?

cronus titan said...

My memories of family vacations when I was a kid are great. My wife's, not so much. We went on two beach vacations with her family and I was aghast at how they treated each other once they left home. To give you a flavor, when we had two children under 4 they called us two nights before to inform us we should not expect any interest or help with our children. I honestly thought they were joking since they had families too, including children in early adolescence, and what family makes an announcement that they have no interest in nieces, nephews and grandchildren? They were not joking. In a week, our children were not so much as acknowledged, let alone played with. The first night at dinner, we were lectured about our responsibility to clean up after our children. After two days, I could not wait to leave and that was the last time we went on a family vacation with her side. My wife warned me how awful they were on vacation and I thought she was exaggerating. I was wrong. Amazingly, they still express puzzlement that we have no interest in going on vacation with them.

We were not that special -- they did the same thing to each other over different issues. They seemed to enjoy spending their vacation fighting over trivial and stupid things.

The bizarre part of it is that when we are home her side is quite affectionate with the children. I never did figure it out.

Wince said...

Why not play a nice family home game like "Sorry" instead?

"It was a seven!"

Freeman Hunt said...

I had a friend in school whose family never had money for vacations, so when they wanted to have one, the whole family would hire out for odd jobs on weekends until they made enough money to go camping, and that would be their vacation. Unsurprisingly, all their kids turned out great.

daskol said...

Tough crowd. I like the way Kahneman characterizes this in his book. Some people privilege the experiencing self more highly than other people do. In my experience, that’s pretty unusual. Many people seem barely aware of their experiencing self beyond the moment of experience. I only became well acquainted with my experience some time in my 30s, having neglected it until then in my thirst for experiences.

J. Farmer said...

@The Crack Emcee:

Most of the people I know have never had a vacation, so you guys are on your own here.

Great country.


To escape poverty, you have to (1) finish high school (2) not have children outside of marriage (3) get any job. Whose fault is it when someone engages in irresponsible and self-destructive social habits?

Howard said...

Blogger The Crack Emcee said...

Most of the people I know have never had a vacation, so you guys are on your own here.


That explains the absence of black people at airports. I mean, of course, except the TSA screeners

Howard said...

isn't it the same wiring that women have that erases the childbirth experience.

tcrosse said...

That explains the absence of black people at airports. I mean, of course, except the TSA screeners

There's no shortage of black people at the airport here in Las Vegas.

gilbar said...

okay, we were at summer Y-Camp; and it SUCKED. It was hot, humid, smelly, and full of mosquitoes and horse flies. All us campers in cabin 7 were moaning and saying that we'd NEVER come back.
And our counselor Steve Cook LAUGHED AND LAUGHED. He told us:
Your body can't remember physical discomfort, next June you'll be all eager to go again.
We told him that he was full of it; that Of Course we remembered physical discomfort.
He said; "Nope, you'll remember Intellectually that you experienced it; but you Won't remember the actual FEELINGS, so it won't seem bad. And you'll gladly sign back up"
We again told him he was full of it.

Next June, a fall and winter later.
We all happily signed up for the fun of another summer of Y-Camp, remembering the horseback rides, and the campfires, and the cool songs about eating worms. Steve Cook Laughed and Laughed.

traditionalguy said...

New places and new cultures encounters in travel make a person hyper alert and that alertness drinks in intense memories. Especially the first time. There is no schizophrenia. All it takes is the courage to take risks and the desire to share the experience with others by reporting about it.

Churchy LaFemme: said...

The Andy Griffith Show S08E03 Trip to Mexico

NKP said...

I own and operate a small travel agency. Regardless of plans made and money spent, every vacation includes a bump or two in the road. If you let an inconvenience or annoyance ruin the day, it just might ruin the whole trip. Have a beverage, have a laugh and have a good tale to tell when you get home. Even if perfection was possible, it might get kinda boring.

rehajm said...

On my last vacation I don't recall I had two selves. Perhaps the self having a terrible time is hiding behind one of the two-hander Browns I caught from the Madison.

reader said...

Re golf: during a tournament when my son as a middle schooler was unhappy with the way he was playing and internalizing more than I was comfortable with I told him, “If you can’t find enjoyment in a bad round then don’t play”. (A lovely sentence.) This made his father angry. But it seems that golf is a sport that you have many more bad days than good. If that’s going to make you unhappy then it’s not the sport for you. I wasn’t telling him that he shouldn’t try.

Re vacations: my sister-in-law spent a houseboat trip loudly proclaiming it was her vacation. As though that meant it no longer mattered if her small children ate or drowned unsupervised at Lake Powell. There are some things from which there is no vacation. Motherhood is one of them. Time will not soften my memories of that vacation.

Howard said...

Blogger tcrosse said...

There's no shortage of black people at the airport here in Las Vegas.


You ain't seen nothing yet. Just wait until the Oakland Raiders move to Vegas.

MadisonMan said...

That explains the absence of black people at airports. I mean, of course, except the TSA screeners

And if you go into the Airline lounges, you'll see lots of white people being served by lots of blacks. It's actually creepy to see it. It says a whole lot about the USA.

Howard said...

Blogger reader said...

Re golf: during a tournament when my son as a middle schooler was unhappy with the way he was playing and internalizing more than I was comfortable with I told him, “If you can’t find enjoyment in a bad round then don’t play”. (A lovely sentence.) This made his father angry.


Good for your husband. Most men let over-protective moms fuck up their kids heads with happy-horshit. Dad was right to be angry for you giving loser advise to a young man. Don't fret, I imagine he don't listen to you anyway in matters male.

MadisonMan said...

My mother did not vacation well. If something went contrary to plans, it was a disaster. I don't know what she'd do with cancelled flights -- was never with her when such things were possible.

Actually, she was usually unhappy, so maybe vacations were just more of the same for her. She had one self: Angry.

ALP said...

"bureaucratic travel"

I love this term - describes why I'm not much of a vactioner/traveller: the logistics involved with 'peak experience' travel are too much like my job. If it involves pushing paper, pondering deadlines, getting information from A to B, and watching the clock...that is NOT a vacation. In fact - that pretty much sums up 'vacation' for me: a day in which the passage of time can be ignored and there is little reason to look at a clock.

ALP said...

BTW 'vacation' for us, growing up, was a road trip to the next state over to visit relatives and sleep on the floor. I always knew when we passed over the state line into PA from NY - the roads in PA are legendary for thier potholes.

Thus I am floored at the expectation of middle school kids that expect a trip to a beach resort every Spring Break or because they 'graduated' from kindergarden.

Laslo Spatula said...

"...but the remembered self easily turns nausea into nostalgia..."

This made me think of a riff, but I'm too tired to see it through.

So I just Googled the key phrase* to see what the first hits were. Nothing special.

But one hit led to another hit, which led to mentions of an Italian movie, of which Googling the title didn't even bring up the film.

So then: on to IMDB, which did have information on this movie, but scant.

Then: Googling the movie name and the name of the actor led to a site that actually had some information:

"Pizza in Auschwitz"

"Danny Hanoch (74) is a Holocaust survivor. In his words, he has a BA (Bachelor of Auschwitz) and was fortunate to have a personal physician growing up: Dr. Mengale. This impressive man, who never sheds a tear, has succeeded in joining every possible delegation to Poland and the death camps, but failed to do one thing: convince his own children, Miri and Sagi, to visit the landscape of his lost childhood with him. In six days, inside one van, father, children and a film crew travel "that" Europe, traversing the terrain where Danny was forced to "camp" again and again. When they reach Birkenau, the "final destination", Danny wants to fulfill a life-long fantasy: to spend the night in his old barracks, on his old bunk, with his own children. A bitter argument ensues with the camp officer, and only after waving his number-tattooed arm, Danny gets his way. Around a slice of pizza, bought in the nearby town of Auschwitz, father and children have the inevitable blow-out filled with black humor and great pain."

*the originating Googled phrase of all of this was "Auschwitz nostalgia".

Bay Area Guy said...
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Bay Area Guy said...

Does driving drunk to Tijuana from LA at 12:30 am on Saturday Night count as a vacation?

We used to do those late night road trips in college. Yes, it was stupid and irresponsible behavior. But it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Vacations!

tcrosse said...

And if you go into the Airline lounges, you'll see lots of white people being served by lots of blacks. It's actually creepy to see it.

Creepy to see black people working? Or are service jobs creepy?

I Have Misplaced My Pants said...

And if you go into the Airline lounges, you'll see lots of white people being served by lots of blacks. It's actually creepy to see it. It says a whole lot about the USA.

You see a lot of Chinese people being served by lots of blacks, in my experience, and entire families watching noisy shit/playing noisy games on their individual phones with no earbuds.

Not entirely relevant but was an opportunity to trot out my traveling pet peeve.

Jaq said...

We used to do those late night road trips in college. Yes, it was stupid and irresponsible behavior. But it seemed like a good idea at the time.

We used to go to Canada because both the beer and the nudie bars were better. Seth McFarland found out about it too, I think.

A guy can get his hockey pucked in Canadian nudie bars

tcrosse said...

"Danny Hanoch (74) is a Holocaust survivor. In his words, he has a BA (Bachelor of Auschwitz) "

Years ago I spent some time in the hospital. One of the LPNs was Polish women who was very charming and cheerful, just what the patients needed. We were talking about her in the Day Room, and one of the nurses mentioned that she had spent two years at Buchenwald. One woman piped up, "I don't care where she went to college. She's wonderful."

Michael K said...

Does driving drunk to Tijuana from LA at 12:30 am on Saturday Night count as a vacation?

We did those, too but it was to Ensenada. It's a wonder I survived a few of those trips.

We would also drive to Las Vegas, leaving about 2 AM and walking into a casino at 7 AM.

I ran into the fraternity graduate advisor, a dork, in a bar in Costa Mesa a few years later and he asked me wha I was doing.

When I told him medical school, he didn't believe me. If I'd told him I was on a scholarship he would have had a seizure.

Henry said...

I think it very funny that the nostalgic haze of travel brought up by the remembering self must be confronted and fought by the observing self.

Some peoples' remembering self is more mordant than others. And then the observing self, says, "give it up, man, you know we can't trust you." And the present self says, "will you guys stop arguing? I'm trying to watch this travel documentary."

rehajm said...

Tee-tee bars en Québéc

Henry said...

The last few years I've made a point of treating camping as something that can be done easily without stress. Step one is to avoid the people that make it stressful.

daskol said...

My experiencing self is extremely lazy and wary of logistics, although the fear of something terrible is not a big factor yet. Lack of personal space, a room to retire too, is my least favorite part of travel. Camping, which is explicitly about the logistics of boarding in nature, is an exception. Spending all your time setting up and taking down shelter, and preparing food, is fun stuff in the woods. There's a unity of the experiencing and remembering self in camping that makes it special.

Bay Area Guy said...

Dr. K's wild youth!

"We did those, too but it was to Ensenada. It's a wonder I survived a few of those trips."

One of our buddies had long blond hair, drove a VW bus, and looked like a classic surfer. But his mother was from Argentina, so he spoke flawless, natural Spanish. He was our handy tour guide in Tijuana - kinda like Virgil in Dante's Inferno.

Clark said...

Many years ago I climbed Mont Blanc with a couple of friends. We took 3 and 2 half days to go over, up, over the top and down. (Most people who take that route trim it back to two day by riding a train, a cog train and a gondola.) Anyway, I got altitude sick in the hut before the summit. The easiest way down from there was over the summit and down the glacier so that's what I did even though I was sicker than a dog. I remember thinking while I walked that as terrible as I felt, I would have memories of everything I was seeing. I tried to just grin and bear it, and to take in as much of what I was experiencing. It worked. Looking back, I remember that I was terribly sick, but I also have incredible memories of the beauty of my surroundings that day.

I don't know why I should think of this as two selves (turning something ordinary into a philosophical problem). I am a self, in the flow of time, I can do multiple things at once, I remember things in different ways. Still just me. One self.

daskol said...

When the 2 selves are in different points in time, merging the two isn't possible, but you might want to be more conscious of the difference between the two so you can endure the present.

Dabrowski might call that asynchronous development, and developing consciousness of this asynchrony is often unpleasant, even as it is very worthwhile.

Bay Area Guy said...

Althouse advises:

Finally, you have to factor in the possibility that something terrible will happen, beyond the power of the filter of memory to correct, and I do think that traveling increases the likelihood of a terrible thing happening and that terrible things are worse when they happen away from home. The terrible things I'm thinking of are getting physically injured, medical problems, being a crime victim, getting accused of a crime, and having relationship trouble.

On your list of terribles, you can go 5 for 5 in one night, traveling to the right whorehouse in Tijuana.

sinz52 said...

Not just vacations.

Just about everything looks better when viewed from the perspective of decades later.

I've seen plenty of nostalgia by older folks for:

-- the 1960s. What a wonderful time! Except for the Vietnam War (50,000 Americans dead), the riots that killed dozens of people, the rising crime rate, etc.

-- the 1950s. What a wonderful time! Except for the fears of nuclear war including fallout shelter "Duck and Cover" drills, measles, mumps, chicken pox (those vaccines weren't invented yet), being blindsided by Sputnik, Jim Crow laws, etc.

-- the 1940s. What a wonderful time! Except for the 297,000 Americans killed in World War II, the tens of millions of others killed, the Holocaust of the Jews, etc.

Examine old newspaper clips from those decades, and you'll find that nobody *at the time* thought those years were particularly wonderful.

I wouldn't trade living in the 21st century for living in the 20th. Especially given that prior to the 1970s, the chronic illness I have--permanent kidney failure--was a death sentence back then. (Practical kidney transplantation had to wait until the discovery of cyclosporine in 1978.)

Ann Althouse said...

The marketing research done by the travel industry shows over and over again that what people want from vacation is... relaxation.

If that's really what people want, why do things that involve stress, like going to crowded places and dealing with multiple airports?

I'm perfectly relaxed at home, so I would not travel for relaxation (other than to travel to heighten my awareness of how relaxing it is to be at home).

Ann Althouse said...

If it's really true that black people don't travel, it may be because they worry that they won't be treated with respect. It's hard enough to understand why anyone travels, but if you increase the level of difficulty, it's easy to see why the choice is made not to travel.

The issue may be money, but it's hard to see why anyone but the rich has enough money to travel. You really hemorrhage money when you travel, and you don't have to do it. Compare that to other expenses, like food, shelter, and clothing. Those are all needs. Why not put all your money into getting good food, shelter, and clothing on a daily basis (along with some local entertainment)? Why blow thousands on a few days that might be good but are unlikely to be ecstatic?

tcrosse said...

You really hemorrhage money when you travel

With respect, Althouse, you really hemorrhage money when you stay put.

Bay Area Guy said...

So this smarty Harvard Professor says I have two "selves:"

"We have two 'selves.' The experiencing self and the remembered self.

If true, which self gets my schlong? Or do I get two?

pdn said...

When I was growing up, we would camp all across the United States because we lived in California and my cousins lived in Nebraska, Virginia, and North Carolina. My cousins dad's were professors, so they could stay in hotels, but my dad was in construction -- so we just had less monetarily and could only stay at campsites. Never the less, we would all get together every year, visiting the National Parks along the way. I still remember sleeping in the Badlands with my dad sleeping on a picnic table, my mom sleeping in the front seat, my older sister sleeping in the middle seat, and me and my two younger sisters sleeping in the back of the station wagon with our feet sticking out of the window with no air conditioning....we were rich! My parents never envied anyone who had more monetarily, they just adjusted to the situation. My dad fished for our meals, my mom made do (better than I can) and my memories are of loving parents. And yet, we definitely had "if you kids don't behave I will stop this car and spank you", and I had to pee on the side of the road, etc. So what ---- my parents loved me and told me that I would thank them when I was older --- and of course they were right. So, now I take my kids across the United States in the car to all the National Parks. My 15 year old told me this year, when I asked her where we should go, "mom just make the arrangements. Whenever I think of going on the trip I kind of don't want to, but then every year when I do, I am so glad we went...so you make the decision". We hiked to all the waterfalls in Oregon, and went to Crater Lake --- and she is still talking about it. She had one bad day when we hiked 5 miles over rough terrain and she said the waterfall wasn't even as good as the day before where the hike was only 3.5 miles --- and she was grumpy. But she got over it and we laugh about it now.

And Ann, my kids tell me I am different on these trips because I can leave all the worries of my work behind. I am more relaxed because I am not confronted with my daily obligations. I really treasure these times and the hassle is well worth it.

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Bad Lieutenant said...

The terrible things I'm thinking of are

The reasoning, she is a-motivated!

Mr. Groovington said...

I’ve travelled almost full-time for years. Not airport-to-airport, but overland. Not continuous dirtbagging, as well as I can. I am reasonably well funded. Mostly 2nd and 3rd world countries.

AMA, and I’ll give you an honest answer, no hedging, no matter the question.

Anonymous said...

re "ADDED":

You sure do put a lot of mental energy into fussing about travel in the abstract. More precisely, other people's traveling too far or to the wrong places for the wrong things, and your not traveling to the wrong places for the wrong things.

You don't have to justify your disinclination to travel to anybody. Really, you don't.

"Finally, you have to factor in the possibility that something terrible will happen, beyond the power of the filter of memory to correct, and I do think that traveling increases the likelihood of a terrible thing happening and that terrible things are worse when they happen away from home. The terrible things I'm thinking of are getting physically injured, medical problems, being a crime victim, getting accused of a crime, and having relationship trouble."

The above is a state of fretful-mindedness known as "getting old".

Anonymous said...

sinz52:

Not just vacations.

Just about everything looks better when viewed from the perspective of decades later.

I've seen plenty of nostalgia by older folks for:

-- the 1960s. What a wonderful time! Except for the Vietnam War (50,000 Americans dead), the riots that killed dozens of people, the rising crime rate, etc.

-- the 1950s [and so forth...blah blah blah...]


In any given year or era in history, some people somewhere are living through bad times, while at the same time other people are having good times.

I have very happy memories of years in my own life that were no doubt coincident with other people's years of tragedy and horror. I bet you do to.