Good Morning. Good EARLY Morning. It's just before 6am here and I'm up in and motion and well motivated on the day. I know it's been a minute but life is weird and that's all. My "friend" is still acting like I'm the most awful bad guy she's ever met. She literally was like "Let's not become vengeful over this. Let's not hold on to it" and I'm trying to move forward with our friendship but it's very one-sided. She tends to say that I'm judgemental and that's why she doesn't keep in touch... I don't buy that because I'm not judgemental at all and many can vouch for that. She also made a big stink about "not having opinions" when asked what she likes or what she needs but has no problem stating her opinion on my life and who I am... I call bullshit.
Look here, I'm getting myself all worked up first thing in the morning. Ugh. I have so many goodies to make this week and a bit more promotional items for the event this weekend. I'm trying to stand out in the crowd and I hope my treats wow everyone. I'll be entering my second edibles contest this year... so wish me luck. It's Tuesday, which means it's gardening day and I love this day. It's so relaxing and a great way to focus my zen. Whelp, I guess this little post was all over the place too... oh well, it's who I am and the more you get to understand that, the more you'll love me! Have the day you deserve! Do no harm but take no shit!
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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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