I get asked a lot of questions when I see my Drs. Mostly because I utterly fail at volunteering information even when I've consented to the conversation but increasingly, I find, because I have no sense of time.

In my brain, there is a dimly lit "back when" surrounding X or Y event that made some sort of impression and there's a "now" that comprises the 10 minutes surrounding whatever I'm currently doing.

Everything else is lost in a fog... I honestly have no recollection of most of my life. Give me a year, any year, and if nothing particularly wonderful or horrible took place, I will have no memory of it.

I've been in therapy for almost two years, and I've been asked a lot of questions, and still, what I can remember of my existence so far, comes to:

- My first memory ever at 18 months
- A few moments when I was five
- A sense of what my 13th year was like
- Another vague clue at 19 or 20
- The last three years or so... (nothing specific, but I have some details in that time frame)

I can, however, recite verbatim:

- every BtVS episode
- Wallace Stevens' Sunday Morning
- some substantial chunks of the Bible
- a thousand song lyrics

... all without the slightest provocation. LOL

P.S. I'm wicked obsessed with the song currently in play, so go d/l!

Floating the room
Two by two
From the womb
To the holiday
There is no holiday
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Needing something to go on

If she weren't writing in blood
She'd bring him her jokes
A new liver
And a shovel for the mud
If he were not knee-deep in mud
He'd bring her his drugs
He'd get her a typewriter

If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...

Nobody knows which street to take
He took the easy way
What was the easy way?
First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
She always thought she would not.

If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...

If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...

First double-cross her heart
He wants to start a family
Her body is the baby.

If this is the life
Why does it feel so good to die today?
Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...

Blue to gray
Grow up and blow away...

Metric has eaten my brain of late. Broken Social Scene and all related, actually. Maybe I should start telling time by what music was stuck in my head.

From: [identity profile] jennytsk.livejournal.com


Maybe I should start telling time by what music was stuck in my head

I can pretty much only recall things in my adolescence based on what Mix Tape I was addicted to at the time (and I still have most of them).

I miss you!

From: [identity profile] skarz.livejournal.com


- Another vague clue at 19 or 20
- The last three years or so... (nothing specific, but I have some details in that time frame)


Well, that explains why you never reply to my messages- you forgot who I was... :-(

From: [identity profile] grissecon.livejournal.com


I could never forget you!

... just don't ask me what year we met (actually that's the part I remember at 19 - that and the Jello shots before ManRay) ...Or what year you moved to IL; or how long ago we last saw each other. I know things happened, I just have no grasp on the timeline.

Hey, your # still the same? e- me at wodansidhe at yahoo!
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