Title partially stolen from Kacey Musgraves’s Song Wonder Woman.
I almost wrote Sad as Sand in the heading 😁, which would have made sense as well. These days I’m inadvertently thinking about the girl in this blog post. It is almost unbelievable — I can’t remember any reason for any and every time we fought or something wrong happened. That doesn’t mean that I don’t realise that most of those times were because of either my lack of action, or my mistake — which was mostly taking for granted things that I couldn’t have put more effort in, given how I’m, how I want things.
Like I said in the last post, there are always middle ways to take, tradeoffs to make. Life is not binary, least of the choices, no matter if in dire times, it might seem that there are only two choices to choose from. This is my trade off. I can’t love a person to commit myself to a lifetime together as formally as the world wants, or they want, but I can’t seem to not love a person either. It’s funny how this tradeoff description and behaviour, matches with what I wrote in the last post When writing has to be done for the sake of it.
In end, given that we don’t hold onto our past, especially the bad parts, like a leech, or to put the perspective into focus and to put it more precisely, like a person holding onto his shit in their hand and showing it to everybody and smelling it every 2 minutes, we don’t remember the sad / frustrated / depressed parts of our past life at all, at least I don’t.
But I’m a little biased here in taking the pride of not remembering the bad parts, because I’m generally very forgetful person, which I’m very grateful for to be honest. But well, that’s that, what can you do about it ☮️