setting: on my friend’s laptop in her room with the remnants of our post-homecoming dance snack (pretzels and peanut butter, goldfish, and the chips I snagged from the Gedunk)
My friend is asleep on the rug but I am most certainly awake. More accurately, I am very full of life. Full of the fullness of a life that is brimming with new people and ideas and memories. I suppose every memory is a new one for a second before it gets filed in a dusty old cabinet in between my 10th birthday party and the conversation I had last week. That’s the odd thing about my memory. It doesn’t prioritize at all. I can remember the large events with the same clarity as the obscure details. I can quote someone I was talking with a month ago word-for-word and recall the moment I learned to ride my bike as if both were synonymous in importance and both happened five minutes ago.
Yet I forget a lot. Or I confuse a lot. I mix up what one person has told me with someone else’s story. Faces can blur together sometimes. I might get the main framework of something right but completely blank out on the details. I’ll remember that you had three tests and a quiz and a potentially awkward confrontation and I’ll even remember to ask you about it afterwards but have no idea what the subjects were in or who the conversation was with.
I did not intend to write upon memory tonight but since I seem to be making memories a mile a minute here, I suppose it was quite appropriate. I will probably remember tonight, for instance. My first homecoming at Grove City College which was quite fun and memorable. I’m hoping I’ll remember a lot of these first four weeks here which is why I need to keep blogging so I can keep an external mental hard drive of sorts. More reflection on college later to come.
Until next time,
Chloe of life