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This is an interesting one... I think that after a relationship, whether it's long or short, good or bad we carry a bit of it, and maybe the other person, inside of us. For instance, I have had one or two relationships end badly, but at the end of the day I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I also wouldn't have particular memories and associations that I wouldn't give up for the world because they are great. Even the really, really shithouse memories are part of who that person was to me, and since perception is everything isn't that really the same as carrying part of that person around?
Discuss. Preferably with me, but amongst yourselves if you must.
On another note completely separate, I just found out from my sort-of-cousin that my Dad's aunt had a major stroke yesterday and died overnight. She lives..lived up in Woolgoolga. When I was 13, Dad and our family were invited up there for her and her husband's 50th wedding anniversary, but he died the night before. Dad and I did a roadtrip together, and I got to meet all this distant family I'd never really known, and it helped Dad and his cousin get back in touch, but we ended up at a funeral not a party. I still remember, though, when I was little and they visited Sydney. He had lost the top joint of one of his fingers in a work accident, so he hadn't been able to take up a golf scholarship and go pro. They were good people. Anyway it's sad...and Dad almost certainly won't be able to go to the funeral. He might not even be able to call for a while, 'cause he's in Pakistan till the end of the week and the mobile coverage a couple of hours from Islamabad is shit. Poo.
And my Grandma has to get a hip replacement. Which is, in fact, good news. But she won't be able to get it till after the wedding, it appears, which is bad news. It means she'll be in great pain for the wedding and barely able to walk (rather than in a wheelchair and comfortable). Why do we have to get old? And of course without music to distract me I start actually thinking about shit. So now I'm going to go to bed! At least then it's my subconscious brain thinking, and I don't have to listen to it.
PS if only the good die young...I'm gonna live forever!
Discuss. Preferably with me, but amongst yourselves if you must.
On another note completely separate, I just found out from my sort-of-cousin that my Dad's aunt had a major stroke yesterday and died overnight. She lives..lived up in Woolgoolga. When I was 13, Dad and our family were invited up there for her and her husband's 50th wedding anniversary, but he died the night before. Dad and I did a roadtrip together, and I got to meet all this distant family I'd never really known, and it helped Dad and his cousin get back in touch, but we ended up at a funeral not a party. I still remember, though, when I was little and they visited Sydney. He had lost the top joint of one of his fingers in a work accident, so he hadn't been able to take up a golf scholarship and go pro. They were good people. Anyway it's sad...and Dad almost certainly won't be able to go to the funeral. He might not even be able to call for a while, 'cause he's in Pakistan till the end of the week and the mobile coverage a couple of hours from Islamabad is shit. Poo.
And my Grandma has to get a hip replacement. Which is, in fact, good news. But she won't be able to get it till after the wedding, it appears, which is bad news. It means she'll be in great pain for the wedding and barely able to walk (rather than in a wheelchair and comfortable). Why do we have to get old? And of course without music to distract me I start actually thinking about shit. So now I'm going to go to bed! At least then it's my subconscious brain thinking, and I don't have to listen to it.
PS if only the good die young...I'm gonna live forever!