Do you ever worry that when one of your current friends is old, their grandchildren will find old pictures of them and ask who you are in the photo. The kids will point and say “Hey Grandma, who’s that?” The part that worries me is the prospect of my friend failing to remember who I am.
Maybe I’m weird, and I’m sure most people have never thought about this, but the general idea of those I am close to losing all memory of me frightens me. However, what frightens me more is the prospect of loosing memories myself.
It’s kind of funny the way life goes. What is really current now, will soon be in the distant past, and was once the daunting future. Thinkikng about stuff like this makes me wish I kept a diary from a very young age. Not the long, emotional kind, just a brief record of what I do each day and how I felt. I’m the sort of nerd that would like to know what I was doing on this day 1 year ago. The upsetting thing is, a part of me can guess what it was: sitting at home watching tv.
I’m writing this on MS WordPad at 2am on the 1st September, but I’m not sure when I’ll get a chance to post this. Shit, seeing the date made me realise that I only have 10 days to finish my Mum’s birthday present. Well, actually, one of those days I am working, 6 of those days I am at school and one of those days I have plans, so actually I have TWO DAYS. Plus, one of those days is tomorrow, and since it is 2am and I’m not even tired, I am not going to be going to bed anytime soon. Thus, I will not be waking up until late, and will have less time to do my Mum’s present. Trying to be a good daughter is hard. This turned into a bit of a rant: ignore this last paragraph, please.
This is another one of those catching up with myself things, but I didn’t/don’t really think I need it this time, which means I am probably just tired (mentally not physically) and therefore transmitting mindless bollocks from my brain and through my fingers. With each clicking noise that the keyboard makes, more nonsense is spilled on screen.
Shame really, this started off fairly sensibly. Any sort of logic, sense or structure slowly faded to reveal a stinking pile of shit. Also, I use commas too much.
