Valentine’s Day Massacre
by Sarah Hepola, Kevin Raub, John Gonzalez, and Elena Rover
I figured I had two routes available to me to accomplish this. I
could make a year-by-year list of girlfriends I've had since 1986,
track them down, and ask them what we did for Valentine's Day this
year and that year.
But I figured that was too Nick Hornby, as well as borderline
stalkerish. So, naturally, that left one choice: hypnotism.
Since at the time of this writing I was spending a month in Brazil
- you know, to find a new girlfriend - this proved a challenging
task. Not only did I need a hypnotist (not exactly filling as many
yellow pages as dating services and psychologists), but one who
spoke English as well. A friend pointed me to Dr. Leonard Verea and
his namesake institute, Instituto Verea/Sociedade Brasileira de
Hipnose Clínica e Dinâmica (Verea Institute/Brazilian Society of
Clinical Hypnosis and Dynamics).
In slightly broken English, Dr. Verea probed my feelings about
Valentine's Day and love. Do I associate the two? Of course. Is it
an important day to me? It can be. If I don't remember any recent
Valentine's Days, do I at least possess memories of other days in
my most recent relationship? Sure. How about February 10? No
way.
Dr. Verea concluded, after additional probing, that I associate
love with my last relationship (true), and that once the
relationship ended, all of my memories of things I associated with
love vanished along with it. Right. Down. The. Drain.
Fair enough. But could I get them back? "If you do not want to
remember, nobody can make you remember," he told me. An entirely
different question altogether, and one that prompted another query:
Did I really want to remember the memories themselves, or did I
simply want to know why I didn't remember them?
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