Mr. BoJangles

Monday, October 17, 2011

memories...

It's neat how many memories you make throughout life. Some small things that might not mean a thing to another that is involved in that same memory. Yet, if you try to remember something you did last week it's not easy to recall. I often wonder how accurate my memories are and if some of them have been skewed and stretched along the way, or if some memories might be just you recalling stories that you've heard older people tell about you, absorbing other people's memories of you into your own Memories are triggered by virtually every sense that you have. Sight, sound, touch, taste, and smell and also memories that just seem to wander in from out of nowhere. Memories can also trigger other memories and send you rushing down a rapid of events and friends, places and pets. I guess the reason that memories are so easily triggered with me is because it's easier to look back into the past than it is to look at an uncertain future. Just gotta keep your head up, and keep making memories....

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

For a moment i went back in time...

I had this brief moment today when I felt as if I had traveled back in time. What triggered it was a combination of things beginning with me discovering that The Wonder Years was on netflix watch instantly as well as noticing while I was taking a picture through my camera phone and looking through the view on the phone's screen (for some reason when i "go back in time" the picture quality changes ha) but.. all of the brown tones along with the picture quality. The memories that all exist in this house of me and my family, far apart on this globe but somehow still connected in a weird but understood way. It makes me want to find dad's old ugly ass green chair that I would sit in and eat dad's popcorn and drink his club soda drink mom always fixed him. I would always watch the discovery channel and always ask dad questions and he would always respond with "if you'll shut your mouth they'll tell you" and always to my surprise they would answer the question that I had just finished saying. I'm glad my parents taught me how to listen. If people would listen about half as much as they talk we'd be better off.. guess i've rambled enough now...