There is a conceit to games, to characters, to living, the idea of forgetting. You never forget, you just bury it and then you recall. You recall when you're drunk or tired or weak or angry or something else. The thing is you never forget and then you realise what you wanted to forget is the same as everyone else, we all forget and we all choose to
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I agree with you in most respects - I've long felt that time alone does not in fact heal all wounds, it merely covers them up with other stuff. Puts distance between us and them. Go rummaging around in the metaphorical cellar, and you can easily tear them open again.
That said, you do forget. Well, I do. Not much (or at least not much irrevocably), but some things. Everything between 09:10 and about 17:30 on the 28th November 1994 for a start. And the bits around 17:30 are pretty messy.
Pain though, yes, that does stick in mind. I don't think that memory ever really captures it perfectly though, which is to say that when I have to re-experience it afresh, it always hurts even more than I remember it doing... but the same to all of us... is it the same for everyone? Unprovable one way or the other really, but I have my doubts. I'm sure there is a certain commonality there, but I could not be sure that your pain is the same as mine, nor that either or both of ours is the same as (say) failing_angel's (just to pick a mutually recognisable name at random).
Should I ask about the summer of '95? You dropt it in there quite conspicuously... oh well, at your whim and discretion sir. In any case, I hope your mood is not quite so melancholy as it sounds.
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