I don’t know about you, but I find this very, very disturbing.
Our glorious scientists have discovered how to make a bad memory go away. Well, almost.
“We can’t prove that the memory has gone away, but it is at least weakened so much that we can’t find it anymore,”
I’m sorry – I want my fearful memories, each and every one of them. They’re an essential part of who I bloody well am. Along with the trauma. And the phobias.
Oh, and you’re also not going to anticipate where I want to go today from my hand grip. I’ll cut the hand off first.
Fucking scientists. Fucking marketers.