because, it's never the endless nights i stayed awake studying. or the "guest" who was a bottomless pit and needed a zillion refills on their diet coke. or the super-long classes that bored me to death. or the mornings i woke up before the crack of dawn to tackle the news. or the late nights striking shows...long after the actors left.
it's the nights i ditched my homework and went out with friends. and the nights we threw our tips into the fountain and made wishes. and the classmates i passed notes to during super-long lectures. and the compelling stories we told on our newscast. and the yummy dinners we ate after strike even though we were too tired to see straight.
sometimes i wonder if that's somehow not quite right. shouldn't i remember the bad with the good? isn't life the balance of two opposite sides of a spectrum? can i truly enjoy the wonderful things in my life without remembering the awful things that were sprinkled in between?
maybe that's just how humans are built. kind of a self-preservation thing...you remember the things the way you want them to be...even if that's not how it it was.
2 comments:
i agree. i seldom remember bad memories. or, i remember them for the high points. hope all is going well!
i love this (:
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