Thanks for the compliment, sweetie. I never saw myself as a journalistic writer. I always hoped to be a fiction writer, or a poet, or something else equally romantic and interesting. Maybe I should shop this essay around, eh? ;)
I'm finding that the holes in my memory are pretty big, though I didn't have anything traumatic happen to me that affected my memory. I used to, I'm sure I used to, remember conversations I had with the people I used to know. Now I just kind of have impressions of who they were, or what was funny/weird/strange/endearing about them. One thing that's striking me these days is how great they all turned out. Sure, I'm amused that some things haven't changed, but the great thing is that seeing those people from another perspective.
There was a really geeky boy in my high school who was called Billy, and he played the tuba and was good at math, a gifted science student, all that stuff. He wore thick, plastic glasses, didn't care what clothes he had on in the morning (or appeared not to), and he was awkward and shy. One of the popular girls in my class pretended that she had a crush on him and gushed about him publicly, much to the amusement of her friends (and me, when I was in earshot). At the time, I thought she was just being a cruel popular girl and making fun of geeks was her pastime, but when I look back on that, I realise that Billy was actually kind of good looking beneath that geeky exterior: he was tall, and smart, and he was nice to people, and he had a kind smile. I'll bet she really did have a crush on him, but she knew she couldn't express it honestly, so she made up the pretend crush so she could talk about him in front of her friends without endangering her social status. Because why else would she do that? She was a popular girl, but she wasn't a mean girl. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!
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I'm finding that the holes in my memory are pretty big, though I didn't have anything traumatic happen to me that affected my memory. I used to, I'm sure I used to, remember conversations I had with the people I used to know. Now I just kind of have impressions of who they were, or what was funny/weird/strange/endearing about them. One thing that's striking me these days is how great they all turned out. Sure, I'm amused that some things haven't changed, but the great thing is that seeing those people from another perspective.
There was a really geeky boy in my high school who was called Billy, and he played the tuba and was good at math, a gifted science student, all that stuff. He wore thick, plastic glasses, didn't care what clothes he had on in the morning (or appeared not to), and he was awkward and shy. One of the popular girls in my class pretended that she had a crush on him and gushed about him publicly, much to the amusement of her friends (and me, when I was in earshot). At the time, I thought she was just being a cruel popular girl and making fun of geeks was her pastime, but when I look back on that, I realise that Billy was actually kind of good looking beneath that geeky exterior: he was tall, and smart, and he was nice to people, and he had a kind smile. I'll bet she really did have a crush on him, but she knew she couldn't express it honestly, so she made up the pretend crush so she could talk about him in front of her friends without endangering her social status. Because why else would she do that? She was a popular girl, but she wasn't a mean girl. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!