Unspoken Agreements & Tribal Knowledge between the you and me

Sociological & Psychological Studies have been done showing that human beings without ever speaking a word to their friend or companion or family member or spouse make a deal. The deal is that each will remember different bits and pieces or aspects of memories: the halves will each hold a half of the virtual scrapbook in their minds.

Simply put, you remember one aspect of a memory and your beloved remembers another piece of it. And you remember one day and your beloved the next.

I was recently reminded of this unspoken reality when two close friends from the past got in touch with me via facebook. Both relationships were such that it was like picking up where we left off. And then it started to happen: remember… and soon we were each reminding the other of aspects of our common story that we’d forgotten: two halves once again brought back together to be whole again in that common story we held.

Even after getting off the phone, there were memories that came to me—stuff I had long since forgotten suddenly dusted off and remembered from the back recesses of my mind.

However, it isn’t always as pleasant as this. How many times have I uncomfortably sat with older couples arguing about some minute detail from their wedding day or arguing whether or not it was Thanksgiving 2006 or 2007 when old Aunt Ruth kicked the bucket. Ugh…

That of course is trivial in comparison to those embodied scrapbooks that are so disparate and incongruent that you’d swear that the two speaking are talking about different stories rather than their common one. It is this torn and ripped place that can feel very crazy.

The siblings that see childhood so differently: one claims that the other is a klutz while the klutzy one recognizes bruises from a violent father. One spouse sees alcohol abuse while the other sees only wanting a drink to unwind.

Stories are sacred—especially our own personal ones.

A friend some years ago shared with me after a very painful divorce a study about this embodied unspoken memory issue. I remember thinking at the time, “Oh yeah, this makes sense.”

And then there were so many light bulbs that went off after that: wow, this is why relationships that end catastrophically (divorce, not speaking to each other, etc) can be so painful and devastating-- we are losing not just a person, but half of our story.

Truly there is tribal knowledge between us-- and yes, it is difficult when we sever our stories from the tribal truth for the sake of our own reality and sanity. Wow, I remember thinking-- this is really helpful to know and to notice.

I am still haunted by the places of incongruence that I know—the places where the pictures in my virtual scrapbook that looks so different from the "yous" in my life. Its not the small differences or arguments like what year when such and such happened—it’s the bigger ones that are troubling. Is it me that's crazy or the you? Or maybe both? I don’t know quite what to do with those.

Of course, our perceptions are different and our memories are not accurate recording tools—rather they are story makers.

The question I have in the disparate places are how can you hold up both pieces of perception and honor them—is that a possibility? Or is it that the best we can do is choose not to talk about those places of radical incongruence? Or is it that we should flee from such places and relationships? I don’t have answers for this, only more questions and memories and unspoken pacts formed between relationships.


And notice, I've kept it simple-- there is only in this the two-- the you and the me but you know there's more than that: there's the tribal knowledge of relationships and unspoken memory between 3 or 4 or 5 or more.

I think I'll take that glass of wine now.