tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post2598418364214502974..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: Fading memoriesTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-24701901984358932632009-08-16T07:54:03.935-07:002009-08-16T07:54:03.935-07:00R: I think the good memories have a short shelf-li...R: I think the good memories have a short shelf-life while the bad are loaded with preservatives. <br /><br />Look at all the good memories you're providing to your child. True success is when they turn 16 and still manage to remember more of the good than the bad.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-23285659179373484852009-08-11T18:52:17.741-07:002009-08-11T18:52:17.741-07:00Naughti Biscotti:
That's a major flaw in my b...<b>Naughti Biscotti:</b> <br />That's a major flaw in my brain. Happiness and happy times usually don't register more than a sooty fingerprint in my memory. Bad times are perfect emotional recordings injected into whatever streams of consciousness unfortunate enough to cause them to play back.<br /><br />In a way my toddler is like electroshock treatment for my mind - I love her so much and get so much joy out of her existence and being her father that it's hard to remember because of the sheer quantity of goodness.R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03774469060066226829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-45355918266529644042009-08-11T07:26:43.547-07:002009-08-11T07:26:43.547-07:00NB,
I think there is always another show to go to....NB,<br />I think there is always another show to go to. But I understand.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-92158693446235819192009-08-11T05:30:47.067-07:002009-08-11T05:30:47.067-07:00Oh, I've got a book containing quite a few pas...Oh, I've got a book containing quite a few pasted ticket stubs. I hold on to the good memories because you never know if you're going to be that happy again. It's like food hoarders who fear they may never eat again.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-10195281979948866412009-08-10T07:37:18.648-07:002009-08-10T07:37:18.648-07:00R.
Glad I left you with some good memories. I thi...R.<br /><br />Glad I left you with some good memories. I think I had figured out by that time that you were one of those people that liked to see what makes the clock tick and could actually figure it out.<br /><br />NB,<br /><br />That is a good analogy for the hoarder story. I have felt like that at times in my life and I've been a borderline hoarder too. I justed to save bits and scraps of things thinking I was just a sentimental person. But I've come to the conclusion that if you hold a memory in your hearts, a ticket stub isn't going to preserve it a few years down the line.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-17752152880714016012009-08-10T05:42:15.794-07:002009-08-10T05:42:15.794-07:00That story about the newspaper hoarder instantly t...That story about the newspaper hoarder instantly took me to a dark, sad place. Has me thinking that depression is just like that apartment, where every sad thought is held on to and kept in your memory until you can't navagate through them to find happiness. I think I've been doing that. Maybe some of these memories should fade.<br /><br />This weekend, I lit a scented candle someone gave me for my birthday. My son got this euphoric look on his face and jumped up from the couch saying, "What is that smell? I just got a flash from my childhood." He tracked the scent back to the candle. The year was 2000, a very stressful time in my life. My son remembers it differently.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-87370823506360453172009-08-09T09:12:09.044-07:002009-08-09T09:12:09.044-07:00I rarely remember anything good. However, I do rem...I rarely remember anything good. However, I do remember that awesome plastic motorized put-together robot battle-mech dinosaur you gave me on one of your visits. I believe it was a Stegosaurus. <br /><br />I also remember my mother being obstinate about not letting me work on it at Grandma's. She eventually relented when my father intervened on my behalf but by that time it was getting dark. Even so, she still didn't manage to sap the joy out of having that particular toy. Thank you.<br /><br />The laws of this country are irritating in this regard but I'd love to have a camera and microphone implanted in my body so I can record bits and pieces of my existence for quick playback on my optic nerve.R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03774469060066226829noreply@blogger.com