I hate it when I meet someone or see a face that haunts me until I remember where I knew that or saw that. It happens to me ever so often, I just have to step away from it to remember it.
That's when that AHaaaa moment strikes - when you least expect it. So it was with this memory I keep seeing in my minds eye. What was it? who was it that said that? Then a moment of clarity strikes and I remember. It's not that the memory is that important it's really that I can't remember it that is impotant.
Why is it that our minds protect us like that. I wish I could recall it all in a moments inspiration - but I can't. So I have to wait - patiently - until my minds lets me remember it. I can be riding in a car, drinking at a bar, looking afar - alright I know corny, but the premise is : when I want to remember I can't. When I want to forget I remember.
Certain sights, sounds, noises make me remember - I don't have a choice. It just happens.
That's why when ever someone says; when did this happen, why did this happen, how old where you when this happened? i really choose NOT to remember.
I don't want to remember the pain, the hurt, the struggle, the issues surrounding "the who, what, when or where" it isn't easy for me. I hate the ugliness of life. I always have and I always will. And really no one cares. They really don't. And anyhow why would they? It is mind boggling to me. Just know that "XYZ" happened and let it go.
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