Here there be hyperbole
If my life were a map, that would be the legend. It’s what I do.
I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to find the things I’d written in the past, and I can’t. Passwords I can’t remember and a notebook I’ve most likely thrown away, that sort of thing. If I were a technophile or a packrat, I’d be wallowing in my past once again instead of facing forward, like I’m supposed to do, because I’m technically a grownup now.
So I’m going to let it go. It’d probably let me down anyway. I’m good at disappointing.
I decided that, and then right on its heels, I was thinking about how you can dislike a person then come around to think they’re not so bad after all. I guess it’s the CSI effect: we’ve got new evidence, we’re going to have to look into these new leads. If only that kind of thing worked on myself.
Music: Alexi Murdoch – All My Days
