All beyond my present moment is logically uncertain, even my most vivid memories; and my identity itself is mutable and often, if not always, arbitrary. And yet, as I filter all material remains of life I've known in 37 1/2 years, everything seems so surely to fit together. Everything I imagine myself to have been is part of me, here and now.
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Selah
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i'm so happy for you to be off on a life adventure! good luck to you, sir. safe travels and all that. *butterflyhugs*
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Thanks so much for your kind wishes, Manda. You have one of my favorite journals, and I may have been a better friend these last years if I weren't socially retarded and occupationally overwhelmed for much of that time. I've grown enough to do things differently now, but there's no use crying over spillt milk. :) You're awesome and I'm so glad I have you on LJ. :hugs:
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Regardless. Someone wanted to ask the DJ to play a song from that CD (I don't remember who). I had the CD in my car so I want out and got it and brought it in. He then stuck the CD in his pocket - because I had not brought my purse or anything else.
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I also remember us being so embrassed because Joan had shown up uninvited to the receiption... and pretty much cling to us as if she was our best friend. (And we didn't want to be associated with the party-crasher... how elite of us.)
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