I forget everything because nothing holds importance for me. Everything is just a small insignificant event to either be enjoyed while it lasts or dealt with as best you can until it's over. And then it's gone, and I don't bother thinking about it anymore.
Today someone asked if I was going to dress up- i said probably not. They said they would if I did. I said I didn't care what they did. They seemed bummed. When I was retelling the story, my friend commented saying- but you don't care what anyone does.
...it was perfect.
You know what's exciting about having a bad memory? Sometimes random memories of things like from your childhood will randomly pop into your head and you can go- cool! I had no clue I still had that. I was pretty sure it got completely deleted. But nope, it's in there somewhere, waiting for the right opportunity to show itself, for no apparent reason.
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