Fake memories

Perhaps not necessarily a false memory, as everyone perceives everything so differently. No two eyewitness accounts of literally anything will ever be cmopletely identitcal, doen't mean it's wrong.

The fabric of my memories is a chaotic tapestry, and the boundaries between reality and illusion often blur. A whimsical dance of false recollections and Mandela effects, but pinpointing a specific instance proves elusive in the ever-shifting chaos of my mind.

I can relate to this with childhood memories. I can be adamant that something happened and ask my dad about it and he tells me an entirely different version that seems way more plausible.

I think our brain fills in the blanks when we don't have the full picture to allow us to feel like we fully understand something. I also remember watching a documentary about how the brain functions with memories and every time you recall a memory it changes a little bit. We experience so many things in our lives, big and small, that its practically impossible to recall so many details.