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Is it bad that I never forget? Is it bad that for me, conversations held years ago are still immediate and powerful and relavent and worth a second, third, or two-hundreth thought?
Is it bad that I often fall behind on present interactions when people aren't right in front of my face, while holding the memory of friendship like a refugee's last posession?
And how, in such an inevitably dysfunctional mix, can I always manage to keep at least 1 woman, no matter what the distance or situation, near the center of my life without (when I'm not being a totally clueless loser) falling behind of reality?
Something weird is going on here.
Thank God I've found a woman who wants a permanent claim on that stupidly persistant mental thread.
Funny how my head makes anyone I meet into a myth, even when they're real.
And even when they're gone.
In some ways it makes me disconnected.
But I can't help thinking it might hold some POTENTIAL.
Is it bad that I often fall behind on present interactions when people aren't right in front of my face, while holding the memory of friendship like a refugee's last posession?
And how, in such an inevitably dysfunctional mix, can I always manage to keep at least 1 woman, no matter what the distance or situation, near the center of my life without (when I'm not being a totally clueless loser) falling behind of reality?
Something weird is going on here.
Thank God I've found a woman who wants a permanent claim on that stupidly persistant mental thread.
Funny how my head makes anyone I meet into a myth, even when they're real.
And even when they're gone.
In some ways it makes me disconnected.
But I can't help thinking it might hold some POTENTIAL.