No, it’s nothing like that.
I have an amazing memory, I have no idea why. I remember who all my friends are and I remember where to get coffee when I’m out and about in my city. I remember where my friends live and work, I remember how to dial a number if someone calls me and I remember how to drive if I get in a rush. Even more amazingly, I can remember how to cook some good food every now and then and I can remember how to make something from scratch every now and then too. I can also remember the address of my house, where all my stuff (including my car) is kept, how to dial a phone, how to spell my name. I am also pretty sure that my parents have the same, if not better, memory as well, which means my memory is super awesome (and not very well-defined though).
In case you are wondering, I don’t know much of anything about the human mind or the workings of the mind, so please don’t take this too literally… unless you are an expert on the matter… in which case, I respect you deeply.
My brain is a bit of a mystery though, which is why I use it as a memory aid (which I still appreciate more than I realize). One of the biggest secrets of my memory is how I use it: it’s a little bit obsessive. Like any obsessive thing though, you will grow out of it. I feel that I am just a small (very small) part of this whole world, and I’m happy to have a little part of it and to feel that I am connected to it in some way. I think that being a small part of this huge world is what makes me so curious, and I want to continue to be curious about it.
Every time I look at my phone a lot, it reminds me of something, and I don’t remember what it is because I am not remembering anything else while I’m having a conversation with it. It makes me realize something important, though: the phone is just a tool. It’s like a knife, it’s a tool that we use to cut something else (the wall) and the only thing that we are is the tool.
Source: https://lamotagrow.com/what-strains-are-good-for-anxiety-and-stress/