Suppose you are discussing a movie with a group of friends, and there is a movie to be told about. But a problem arises. The name of the director flew out of my head: what is his name?
You grab your phone and get an answer, after which the conversation about cinema continues without annoying hesitation.
Let's say the dilemma is solved, and that's a good thing. But what about your brain? He is constantly fed with ready-made answers. This makes him lazy. Memory is failing more and more often.
Ultimately, the brain relaxes. Well, do not care! Who needs internal storage when Google Search is available?
Now the names of films, books, names of celebrities that I once knew - they leave me without leaving a trace. I've killed too many brain cells. The internet makes the mind lazy. What to do?
The only way to get my memory back, I reasoned, is to stop using the internet instead of the brain. In this matter, I will be assisted by Dr. Carmona Richard and her book “30 Days to a Better Brain”.
The author of the "Dummies' Guide" in a popular, accessible form gives practical advice on optimizing the functions of the head. It is a groundbreaking program to improve memory, concentration, mood and overall well-being.
The answers I've found in this book are discouraging. While many of us are certainly internet addicts, Dr. Richard convinced me that the answer to my question was not memory loss.
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In fact, she adds, "my brain stays busier than it would if I weren't using the internet." He has to deal with a large amount of information, organize, remember and know the sources of such information. Our memory does not fade away, it transforms, the author of the book concludes.
In fact, the constant tension of information seems to be forcing the brain to create more neural networks so that I can begin to remember things better. However, our memory, instantly deprived of prompts from the Internet, experiences stress. This increases blood pressure and general anxiety increases. Good memory at the expense of stress?
I quickly realized this when I wrote a note about traveling through one smallest city. Having mentioned the cozy square in its central part, I wanted to mention the architect who was behind its construction, but could not.
And although I was there and listened to the guide, the name of the architect remained stubbornly out of reach. Cold washed over me. The brain spent three hours in search of this elusive name. The realization that the answer was near haunted. The heartbeat quickened. You just need to take the phone and the suffering will stop.
After several hours of intense groaning, going over hundreds of names in my head, I remembered two cherished words. I will not deceive. It was a sweet victory. It was like I found a pair for a hopelessly lonely sock. So, with an easy charade, my road back began, the return of a good memory.
It keeps you awake at night, steals your attention at breakfast, and causes you to be mysteriously thoughtful throughout the day. But it's worth it.