Desired disease

Was reading up the net, which is when I stumbled upon a website explaining Alzheimer's in detail. Splattered with a whole lot of medical jargon, most of which flew above my head. What I gathered though was that the disease has a vital effect on your memory. You lose it, bit by bit, in patches. You forget things, names, people, places, where you are, what you are doing there, your purpose, where you kept your glasses, so on and so forth. The disease or the mind chooses by itself, things that it will forget.

Now here’s my personal angle to the disease. How would it be if we could contract a certain sort of alzheimer's in which we could choose what we want to forget? You lose just the memory that you want to lose.

You could choose to forget smells that come back suddenly while you’re walking down an avenue and take you back to places you’ve been running away from all this while. You could also choose to forget some good people, some bad ones. Or for that matter, piercing words that vaguely indicated that your parents loved you a little less than your smarter, more intelligent sibling. You could choose to forget the sinking feeling in your stomach when a loved one left the city. You could choose to forget betrayals. Regrets. A bad childhood. You could also make a choice and forget the three most painful years of your life. You could then choose to forget some people in total, the way they smelt, talked, walked, reacted, not reacted, smiled, felt. You could choose to forget nasty remarks by relatives. And light moments that are over and cause intense pain because they are over. You could choose to forget hand holding around the car gear, long walks by the ocean, romantic train journeys, shared sunrises and sunsets. You could also choose to forget the texture of someone’s skin.