Feb 19, 2008 23:37
Ah, sometimes I can just pull an old .mp3 out of nowhere that I used to have on my walkman and find myself transported back to the time when I used to listen to it ad infinitum.
Fourteen months ago. No direction, no job, no purpose, the memories of losing Matthew still fresh in my mind. Having to wake up at 6AM to go to go work in a christian church to earn my meager pay. Data entry for data that was never going to go anywhere, but in my own way I really did enjoy the early mornings.
Like catching the train at 7:30 AM to go into Blacktown and not eating for twenty four hours at a time. It was kind of great because back then I had so much more free time than I do right now. Granted, I was broke and depressed and destitute, but in a way I was kind of happy. It was a simpler life.
There are just times when trying to remember more than fifteen months back is too difficult. Not painful, just hard. As if it had happened to a different Adelaide and not me.
Experiencing an ego death is difficult, I guess, but being able to link back to the vague memory is good. Death is death after all. At least there's rebirth after it.
ego,
lonely,
death,
memory,
work