I’m in one of those moods again… Oh loneliness, the universal experience. Quick! Grab a hold of someone before you slip away into the abyss!
I’ve spent the past half hour or so looking through old photos I haven’t seen in forever…hence old photos…
Anyway, this is an observation that I read in my psych text so once again I’m not making up my own ideas here (haven’t I been through this already?)…but all those times that I’ve captured in these still frames are nothing, Just pictures that speak of things that now only exist in my memory. Only in my memory. My hardly dependable, faulty, erratic memory. How terrible is that? We live in a world that exists only within the span of a few seconds. Anything after that is gone and is now only memory. A memory of sensory experience.
It’s weird… I can’t really bring myself to throw out any pictures of my dad or mom. Whenever I say, “Oh yeah, I’ve got tons of photos like that one, it can go,” I suddenly get mind-blammed with a clip from the future where my parents are dead and I'm wanting every photo of them there is. Knowing that I had thrown out pictures of them in the past would destroy me in the future. Aren’t these sad thoughts? Let’s all actively ponder our parent’s mortality together!!! This may not be such a big deal to some of you, but I love my family incredibly, and the thought of them being dead is sad enough to change the topic right now.
In other news, I went to Daiso today with Janna and I bought a Yo-Yo. I thought it would be pretty easy to pick up, but it’s not as easy as I thought. It’s beside me right now, not being used because I hate it. I will conquer it, but for now, I’m showing it who’s boss. Speaking of showing people things, Janna schooled me with the Yo-Yo. She’s a Yo-Yo SHARK.
AND I got Parachutes + A Rush of Blood to the Head for $25 at HMV. My Coldplay love can now officially begin.
Pam’s over now. I gave her a big hug. I love my friends.
BLATANT SENTIMENTALITY! NO WARNING!
I’ve spent the past half hour or so looking through old photos I haven’t seen in forever…hence old photos…
Anyway, this is an observation that I read in my psych text so once again I’m not making up my own ideas here (haven’t I been through this already?)…but all those times that I’ve captured in these still frames are nothing, Just pictures that speak of things that now only exist in my memory. Only in my memory. My hardly dependable, faulty, erratic memory. How terrible is that? We live in a world that exists only within the span of a few seconds. Anything after that is gone and is now only memory. A memory of sensory experience.
It’s weird… I can’t really bring myself to throw out any pictures of my dad or mom. Whenever I say, “Oh yeah, I’ve got tons of photos like that one, it can go,” I suddenly get mind-blammed with a clip from the future where my parents are dead and I'm wanting every photo of them there is. Knowing that I had thrown out pictures of them in the past would destroy me in the future. Aren’t these sad thoughts? Let’s all actively ponder our parent’s mortality together!!! This may not be such a big deal to some of you, but I love my family incredibly, and the thought of them being dead is sad enough to change the topic right now.
In other news, I went to Daiso today with Janna and I bought a Yo-Yo. I thought it would be pretty easy to pick up, but it’s not as easy as I thought. It’s beside me right now, not being used because I hate it. I will conquer it, but for now, I’m showing it who’s boss. Speaking of showing people things, Janna schooled me with the Yo-Yo. She’s a Yo-Yo SHARK.
AND I got Parachutes + A Rush of Blood to the Head for $25 at HMV. My Coldplay love can now officially begin.
Pam’s over now. I gave her a big hug. I love my friends.
BLATANT SENTIMENTALITY! NO WARNING!
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