Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
me:*explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
classmate:wait, what's polyamory?
me:well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
professor:*overhears from front of class*
professor:that is d i s g u s t i n g
me:*defensively* um, actually, no it's--
professor:how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”—Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via exoticwild)