Memories, they're a real trip, aren't they? It's incredible how we can recall the same event so differently from someone who experienced it alongside us. Take parents and their kids, for instance – they often share memories, but the way they remember them can be worlds apart. Why? Well, it all boils down to the different lenses through which adults and children view life's experiences. Parents, they don't exactly relish the idea of painting themselves as the villain in their kids' memories, so sometimes they gently insist that their version of events is the right one. I remember once when I tried to broach the subject of my tumultuous childhood with my dad, he nonchalantly replied that he "doesn't remember it that way." There was no point in arguing; he'd never see himself as the bad guy. So, I had to let that particular memory go, as he saw it. On the flip side, there are times when you draw a complete blank on something, and yet, that very same memory holds immense value for someone else. What might have been a mere blip on your life's radar could be an unforgettable treasure for another soul. Just a few months back, my sister sent me a screenshot featuring a meme about peeking into your older sibling's diary. She captioned it with, "I never had to sneak to read my sister's diary. She would read me passages from her journal all the time. It's one of my favorite childhood memories. Her life seemed so much cooler than mine." I do recall sharing my teenage journal entries with my little sister, but I never saw it as particularly fascinating or cool. Back then, I had just a handful of friends, and my sister, well, she's been one of my closest friends forever. I couldn't recite a single passage from my journal that I shared with her, but I do know those moments held significance for her, as she still remembers them over two decades later. Then there's the issue of perspective skewing memories. A 17-year-old girl running away from home might be etched in her family's memory as abandonment, while she herself recalls it as an act of self-preservation. Memories, man, they're a real trip, aren't they?
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I can't say it's not my fault though. I have neglected this blog for almost a year. The last post was *checks notes*, in March of 2022... ugh, that's awful. I wanted to be the one that would write almost every day and I would share stories and desires and dreams but I failed. I opened too many can of worms... and now it's all squirmy. I want to work on my smut, I want to write more poetry, I want to draw some more. I want. I want. I want.
I apologize to the couple of people that have came back and read things on this blog and I do hope that you have enjoyed my reading. I hope to start writing more... whether it's on my blog or my smut. So, what have I been up to? Well, I've been focusing a whole lot more on my own personal peace and self-care... such a good move. I've been tending my garden so much more and I've started a home business. What's my home business? THC-infused goodies and treats for a super affordable price. I've been told for so long that I could do anything that I ever wanted and that's all I've ever done. The problem? I can't focus all of this awesome energy into one thing so I end up being kinda good at everything I try... while mastering none. This is just a ramble to get my hands back in the motion of writing and I really hope it's just the start to a shit-ton of words coming from me. I hope you come back and I hope I can entertain you more thoroughly next time. Whatever happened to peace? |
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