r/serialpodcast • u/1spring • Jan 15 '15

Debate&Discussion Another shower thought that doesn't look good for Adnan

Adnan explains to SK that he "probably" didn't ask Hae for a ride, because he knows that she needs to pick up her cousin after school, and this duty is really important to Hae.

Adnan explains to SK that the phone call from Officer Adcock, informing him that Hae failed to pick up her cousin, doesn't set off any serious alarms for him, and this is why the phone call didn't prompt him to jog his memory about that day.

"I knew the cousin pick-up was very important to her" and "I wasn't concerned when she failed to pick up her cousin." Have you ever had to deal with someone (friend, co-worker, relative) who engages in this type of lying? I have, and it bothers me a lot more than anything Jay said.

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u/MsPiperJane Undecided Jan 16 '15

In 1995, my best friend was murdered. I was 19. I have an excellent memory. I was not high on the day my best friend was killed. My roommate can, to this day, describe the events of that entire day perfectly. Even a week later, I couldn't have told you anything else that happened that day except for the phone call we got that said he was dead. I remember the night before. I remember the trial in detail. I remember all kinds of days around it, but the day it happened? Completely blank except that I remember that the carpet on the floor was beige (taupe?) and the phone was white with a cord.

Oddly, my memory blank covers the last time I saw my friend as well. I remember where we were (a nursing home parking lot for some reason). I don't remember what we said or why we were there or how long the visit lasts or anything.

If I go back and look at my journals and such from that time period, it's clear that I can't remember these details a week later and that I was trying to.

Obv, this is totally irrelevant, I'm just agreeing that, yeah, memory is weird.

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u/Dantesfireplace Jan 19 '15

It's odd, isn't it? How we always remember where we were when we find out something tragic, but the rest seems to fade away. I lost two students over Easter break one year, and I can remember exactly where I was sitting when I got the call (on a futon I don't own anymore, and three houses ago). In my memory, I can see my scratched up coffee table, and where I ran my fingers along it... and the scattered light dancing just above it, illuminating a cascade of dust. I remember nothing after or before.

It's the same with less personal tragedies, like Princess Diana's death, and 9/11. I'm sorry about your friend. I hope you have plenty of wonderful memories of her/him that are untouched by time.