Darn these memories... …I've got an uncanny feeling that Mona Lisa’s expression is painted on my face again. I feel ecstatic at the possibility of touching bases with old friends, but I settle for half baked smiles with them when I do, because regrets sneak up on me.
… a character from my past surfaced, and I’m afraid a sliver of yesterday’s blunders sluiced its way through the tiniest crevice of my cobweb crammed brain and here I go again. Darn these memories…
… I was too outspoken in my youth and didn’t know the word temperance, euphemism, or tact very well. I wonder if he still remembers some of the things I said a long time ago? (I DO!) I wonder if the younger me, quite prone to reckless remarks, ever scarred him? Or worse, caused scabs that won’t heal because I was naive and said stupid things? Or did he understand that I was just having difficulty channeling all my newfound energy and zest trying to find my place on earth?
… this is what I get for swamping my life with unfinished business. I should have dealt with them right when they happened.
Darn these memories…
…all of a sudden, hearing from this old friend puts me back in my funky, much loved, 4-inch-high, Spice Girls clogs, with retro neon green and orange shirt and a pair of black suede, undeniably bell-bottomed pants ensemble. And, need I mention the cherry black lipstick and perfectly tweezed kilay 2000 brows that completed the look? Eeeeeooooow, right?
Gosh, it’s been 11 years but I'm dying to say I'm sorry . Sorry to ME for my disastrous Posh Spice phase (LOL!) and sorry to MY DEAR OLD FRIEND, for acting the way I did back in the day. How do I say, I am who I am today because of who I was? Jack Wagner sang it well, "I was too young, but that's no excuse..." DARN THESE FRIGGIN' MEMORIES...
