I'm just going to title this one "Taylor Swift"
It is 11:06pm, Friday December 13th of the year twenty-nineteen.
I hardly remember how I used to format my posts back when I would blog semi-frequently. If anyone's reading this, I'm kind of sorry that I stopped writing as much here.
Taylor Swift turned 30 years-old today. It's kind of a big deal in my little slice of the universe. Now, I've never opened or run a fan account to channel my passion for her music and how much I think she is monumental role-model, but I have made Facebook fan accounts for Lucas Till (who was her co-star in the You Belong With Me video) and her brother Austin. Admittedly, I hardly ever know what to post on those pages but they have an impressive following considering what they lack.
I'm trying to fall asleep and something persistent popped into my head: do you ever get caught up with a memory you have of something or someone, because the memory is so fuzzy and there's some important detail missing, and it feels like it's on the "tip-of-your-tongue"? Right now I'm struggling with this memory of being maybe six to nine years-old, at a time when the world was still infused with innocent perceptions. Back then I spent quite a bit of time at my grandma's house. There was this big Dell computer that I would use to send E-cards (remember when those were a big use of the Internet?) and webcam-chat with friends and family.
So, this memory specifically is about one online friend who I remember getting along with really well. We were about the same age and there was this one really fun interactive E-card that I somehow have associated with this time period. There are so many holes in my memory about this friend but I wonder if she's doing alright. I hope she is. I hope her wildest dreams came true. I can't remember if we ever got the chance to meet in person (is it a memory fallacy in that I think I remember her family surprising us with a visit?). It would have been some meeting, because I recall her family being many, many kilometres away.
I would love to entertain the idea that this person is out there, somewhere, remembering anything similar. The thing that bothers me is not knowing how we lost contact, and now not even remembering her name! We both had similar senses of humour, so this memory is dusted all over with fuzzy, golden nostalgia.
If you took the time to read all this, thank you! Please excuse the fact that there is no flow to the ideas in this post. I'm just awaaake and dreaming.
P. S.: My life's been pretty good lately: doing my usual grind, a newer set of friends around me who I'm so grateful for, possible romance on the cusp. Relationship with my parents growing. It's getting a little rough around the edges, but I think it's all part of a good growth.
P. P. S.: I miss this one. I don't know if it was me and something I did or if we just naturally grew apart. They haven't spoken to me in a long time, and it hurt for a really long time, but I've forgiven them enough that I've moved on. I sincerely hope you'll be happy. I still have, and probably always will have, a soft spot for you in my memory.
P. P. P. S.: I want this to be true.
P. P. P. P. S.: Again? At last? Ever?