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May I suggest blowtorching all that useless data from the past
Memories can be a bitch.
Is there any real harm in taking a blowtorch to the past and watching it burn?
(My family has been away for a couple of days and this is what I find myself contemplating when alone in my house — just me and Miley Jingle — the cat — having thoughts on life over here.)
But I’ll tone down the drama a bit, I didn’t mean to frighten anyone.
Let me rephrase: What if we used the torch only for the things we no longer need, like sad little memories of being the last one to be picked up from school — always — and bargain basement experiences we feel exposed our weaknesses, to which we responded by tacking those experiences onto our identities and hence, forged ahead in life feeling slightly defective. (But see, this thing happened 27 years ago and that’s why I’ve been feeling all unworthy and blah ever since, we’ll cry out every now and then!)
The past holds so much data and our brain loves shifting through all the experiences, feelings, and thoughts as if it were at a Yonkers Raceway Flea Market determined to only discover the finest of disappointments and failures to lay the path ahead.
