Think outside the Fox
Not all South Carolinians are DeMinted
Best signs I saw at the rally. The rally will hold me together for awhile. I’m not going to discuss how I feel about the results now. It’s obvious. On the good side my city will be getting public buses. I read that only people on welfare who are parasites need public transportation. Love being categorized so wrongly!!!
Memory is funny. It’s highly selective. 90% perception; 90% pictures and films; 90% discussion with relatives and friends you have always known; 90% discussion with friends and family you make once away from the nuclear family–and these memories get thrown into the shuffle; five percent absolute truth; five percent absolute falsehoods; five percent kernel of truth. Yes I know this is way over 100% but what in life is a 100%?
I was born in the middle of the 20th century and live in 2010. It feels absolutely incredible to be part of the biggest revolution in telecommunications since? I’m not really sure.
You in your 20’s now, maybe 30’s and definitely younger will always know where your former classmates and friends are. You might not speak to somebody who used to be very important to you for years, but one day you’ll IM or Skype or whatever.Then again you might know exactly who you want to keep in your life from the time you graduate college. I hope you leave room for the unexpected and the wondrous.
I don’t know if this change in communications and the youtubing of everything will allow you to remember with more clarity and precision or your memories will be selective also. Only time, a zillion studies, and you yourself will be able to answer those questions.
I became an Internet junkie far earlier than most members of my generation. But I quickly established contact with some people who had been important to my life since my late teens and we had just fallen out of contact for a few years. Yet this new way of communicating–email, allowed us to be more honest than we had been previously. Or maybe it was being on the cusp of middle age and being a bit sentimental. We wanted people to know how much they had meant to us.
Through the years I reestablished contact with many people. No matter how slow the contact came it always felt a bit abrupt. By establishing this contact we wield our story to another person. I learned what people really thought of me at various times and each time was blown away.
Last week something amazing happened.
When I was four I made my first best friend. I don’t remember meeting her. We must have picked each other as there were many girls around our age in the garden apartment we lived in.
We were friends who could spend hours just lying on the grass staring at the sky and telling each other stories. We made up games. We read books. Did she come to the court barbecues where kernels of corn would fall all around me as I was messy? I think her family was away all summer; not just six weeks for camp as my sister and I were.
She set the bar high for all future friendships.
And I realize that many of my memories aren’t false but aren’t exactly the way things happened. So much bad happened in my own head, for I was struggling from the time we were nine or so with NLD, that I didn’t see the good around me.
I’m not changing my memoir for it is my perception but I’m adding chapters. I have been toying for some time with having somebody who knew me during a specific period write an intro or a bit more to a chapter. Yes I would wield space to them.
It is abrupt; this feeling that I wasn’t as strange as I believed I was. But I can get used to it. Lord can I get used to it!