Ahh Monday. The weekend was nice. Spent friday night with my mom and CJ. Mom got me these two great books on music history, she knows me so well! I sat up until nearly 2am reading the encyclopedia of Rock book.
Saturday, Rogue and I went to see Friday The 13th. I was pleasantly surprised. It didnt suck. Not even a little. And then Sunday was lazylaundry, ironing, and clearing out the ol TiVo.
Ive gotten more reflective on my past lately. I cant blame any who have come before for where I now stand, as Im the one who brought me here. If Ive been a fool, I walked forth into the world in my fools finery willingly. Ive thought of Kitten some recently, but thats to be expected. After four years together, you cant simply shut your mind off to memories of a person. They are attached to places and songs and foods. I think of her whenever I cook ground beef, whenever I pass the Madison Pub, whenever I watch Heroes or Medium.
Thats my nature. Certain things are indelibly linked to others through shared experience, and will never go away.
My ex-wife and I have been apart nearly as long as we were together, yet any memories of Elton John, caviar, and the entire city of Marlton, NJ are linked to her like conjoined twins. Inseparable. The same way the smell of fresh cornbread brings me back to my grandmothers kitchen.
But its not just love.I compartmentalize everyone I know in this way. It helps create these tactile little regions in my mind, where my consciousness retreats when remembering friends and loved ones.
Sometimes, the sheer mystery of how even my own mind functions brings me great joy.