The Corners of my Mind (part III)
...was just reading over past posts, and realized there are a couple of significant memories that pop up all the time that I have not yet committed to blog.
the first is really mortifying, which is perhaps why it plagues me:
in college, my girlfriend and I had some people over for dinner, and just before we ate I let out the most enormous fart. You could almost taste it. I apologized motifi-ed-ly and ran to the bathroom and got matches, while all other diners sat in catatonic silence. The way I remember it, though, it seems like everything slowed down, and almost like our two guests didn't notice at all, which simply is *not* possible unless they were really high or something, and in fact that's a distinct probability. So whenever this memory (/nightmare) crops up, I try to console myself with the idea that our guests were too far gone to notice anything.
a boy can dream.
I also regularly have a number of driving incident flashbacks, whereby I got in way way too deep with some insanely aggressive driver or another on the highway (NB yes, this has happened more than once) and I realize I was probably moments away from getting shot or rammed or something similarly horrible. In fact, in many of those cases, I'm not sure why something really awful didn't happen.
man.
the first is really mortifying, which is perhaps why it plagues me:
in college, my girlfriend and I had some people over for dinner, and just before we ate I let out the most enormous fart. You could almost taste it. I apologized motifi-ed-ly and ran to the bathroom and got matches, while all other diners sat in catatonic silence. The way I remember it, though, it seems like everything slowed down, and almost like our two guests didn't notice at all, which simply is *not* possible unless they were really high or something, and in fact that's a distinct probability. So whenever this memory (/nightmare) crops up, I try to console myself with the idea that our guests were too far gone to notice anything.
a boy can dream.
I also regularly have a number of driving incident flashbacks, whereby I got in way way too deep with some insanely aggressive driver or another on the highway (NB yes, this has happened more than once) and I realize I was probably moments away from getting shot or rammed or something similarly horrible. In fact, in many of those cases, I'm not sure why something really awful didn't happen.
man.
posted by BT at 10:02 AM
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