It's getting OLDER
There is supposedly this fascinating psychological trick whereby you can hand someone something in the middle of a conversation, anything at all, and they'll just take it without question and I am desperate now to carry around with me little cards that say: Part 2 It's getting harder to remember the past. There was a time when I prided myself in remembrance, and there is certainly an element of survivalism - you touch the hot stove. it burns. don't touch it again. But maybe I've attained survival. This is all meaningless bonus time. Why remember anything. More to the point, why remember anything painful. Lessons are for the living. In 1995, I was newly married (I was 22!!!) and suddenly overwhelmed with existential dread. I had been on my own the moment I graduated high school, so had no health insurance, but was convinced I was dying, to a paralyzing degree. I would return home from a drive and lay helpless in Alex's lap. Through the college medical clinic, I was a
