What do you remember about yourself?
Does it make you embarrassed to scroll through old photos/dialogs?
It’s remarkable how deceptive is time, like in Modest Mouse’s song: “the years go fast and the days go so slow”. Although it was broadly pictured and discussed in all forms of media ever existed, this topic never gets old.
As for me, by going through old messages and pictures of people I happen to meet in this life, I discovered a few things:
1. I’m quite nostalgic and I reminisce a lot;
2. I hold on to people and don’t want to lose connection with them, which I mostly manage to maintain for years;
3. I’m curious about people I once new;
4. I looked and talked funny when I was younger🤣
When I was in 10th grade, I was texting my girlfriend (who was remarkably gorgeous by the way) about how in a year I’ll have to say goodbye to all the people I know and move on with my life. And at some point I started crying. Not that I’m that emotional, but I guess it’s somehow connected to my unwillingness of goodbyes in general. Maybe that’s why I’m really afraid of death and don’t know how I will accept it.
I really hope everyone I happened to meet at some point of my life is happy now, whatever it means for them. I know most of them don’t even remember my name anymore, but does that even matter?
I’d also like to honor all my ex-es(one of which may actually now live in Texas😅) for bearing with that nasty boy with strange sense of humor. I love you.
And for all of my friends, whom I managed not to lose and everyone looking at this post right now. I’m incredibly happy I know you. Life goes fast and our memory fades away quickly, so I very much hope I will never have to use my memory to see your faces and have the opportunity to call, text or meet you.
#past #teenageyears #memory #time