u remind me
you know, it struck me yesterday how often we leave reminders of oursleves in each others lives. and how often we keep reminders of others in ours. i'm talking about the little things. stupid-sounding movie ticket stubs, notes, a piece of paper with a scribbles from that lecture where you sat next to someone you know, or memories of moments that others may think are quite ridiculous and meaningless. thing is, you have all these bits and pieces and whenever you clean up your room and try sort out your life, you find some of these and for some or other reason, you don't want to through these thoughts away (quite literally?). i think that this whole idea kinda fits nicely with something i posted a number of days ago, where I questioned the whole notion of whether we sometimes actually know some people we interact with and encounter day after day. so at the end of the day, you have people who you don't really know, and then have others that for some or other (sometimes silly?) reason, you don't want to forget about. these links are at times not clear in our minds (or maybe we don't want the reasons to be clear), but, we cherish the thoughts and scraps, nonetheless.
what made my day today: no class. maybe if you count that 10 minute 'planning' session we had...
what made my day today: no class. maybe if you count that 10 minute 'planning' session we had...
* now listening to: 5fm: d12 - how come
posted by BOb at
13:14
4 Comments:
aww bless. what a sweet post :)i esp like the title, reminds me of cocoon days & 3 in a bed. lol!
kimi agrees, some ppl just cant b 4gotten.
so u neva did say - is yr room cleaner now? or r the scraps still there? cos i dont want dodge notes turning up in newspapers whn i'm famous ;)
I started to do that in my twenties. My life became important to me so I collected stuff that remind of how much I loved being alive. This is what a sad childhood does one's view of life. Everything becomes important and you live everyday as if it is your last.
Those little scraps of paper remind me of my need to live everyday even though I f-up sometimes. I feeling a bit philosophical, creative writing class will do that to you.
In all, I collect moments in my life but I promised myself that as long as I don't turn to scrapbooking when I am in my forties this hobby is OK.
i happen to think that have to be one of the biggest hoarders in our little universe. for some reason i can't bring myself to throw away things that have reminded you of good or bad times- why should you? keeping something alive in this way is all about being human, and knowing that you are great enough to have shared things with people, including yourself.
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