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Circa 1995
You know there are things in our past that should stay in our past. Events, relationships, deeds- that had good intentions that just went bad, emotions, situations... just stuff.
Things that are best forgotten.
Every now and then something will come along that will drag out those old Things and the emotional weight of those moments resurface along with thier memories. The insecurity, the anxiety, and the confusion that goes with trying to sort out and pidgeon-hole those emotions back into place are tasks that I've become all to familiar with, but sometime overtake my emotional toolset. And I have to stop. Take a breath. Wipe the sweat, and remember that that was long ago.
I'm not trying to be dramatic. There is no skeleton in my closet. There is just this person who I was then, that now I wish never was.
Maybe, I'll write about it one day... maybe not.
I find that I have no problem relating the funny/stupid stuff about myself, but also find that I don't have the courage to bear it all.
8/31/2004 09:37:37 AM
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