Memory Burst

When something or someone is not kept at the forefront of our mind, perhaps we tend to block, glaze, or gloss over whatever we need to, to make the daily neurologic processes happen.

I have been in love with, in like with, in frustration with, and in friend with someone over the last two years. We "remet" at Homecoming. I didn't know who he was, but he knew me from college. Even I am sick of this story, as it has so driven me to question my continuing worth as a woman and survivor of many things, to the extent that I am never dating again.

The other day, I had a memory flash. Once upon a time in college, the fella I was dating was doing a play at the local community theatre. I had gone to a few performances, but tickets were pretty pricey for  a college girl such as myself. In discussing the play with a good buddy of mine, who was a fraternity boy, he suggested I talk to So-and-So, "because he works over there, building sets. He can probably get you free tickets."

"So-and-So?" I remember thinking distinctly. "I can't STAND that guy."

I don't know what he'd done, to disgust me so, but apparently Past Me was repulsed by Past So-and-So. And THAT is a feeling of Girl Power from which I can springboard.