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November 21, 2004
Little Moments
Complex little monkeys, we are. I sometimes theorize that life is made up of a lot of playtime, work, and intense little moments. These intense little moments are more important than anything else you do. In one's memory they stand out and are excessively clear. One that pops into my head nearly every time I drive is a moment right before my 16th birthday when I went for a drive with my mom. We were out on a crowded LA freeway when she said, "You should wait until you can see the whole car in your rearview mirror before you try to pass it." I think about that and use the rule every time I drive.
Another moment was when I was about 5 years old. I was slightly obsessed with my dad's height and remember walking toward our Phoenix apartment and asking, "Isn't it fun to be so tall?" I don't remember his exact response, but it was something that made me think that I, in fact, was tall in comparison with ants. I then realized that it was fun to be as tall as I was. Weird, I know, but it has affected the way I think to this day.
Is this just how my brain works, or is it like this for everybody? Do we all have little moments in our life that, though seemingly inconsequential, are actually important. Do others also vividly remember these moments, as I do? I would hope so, because I really treasure my little moments, and wish there was a way to record them all. If you can think of a way, please let me know.
Posted at November 21, 2004 12:01 PM
Comments
you should make a memory box and put it in a hat so it's very close to your mind wupz i mean brain when another memorable moment passes by. i remember the day we moved to chino hills. we picked you up from school and got micky-ds for lunch and all the mover guys wanted from it was milk. and then we moved and you and i played on a blanket in our new house and everything was being moved in. good times, good times. xoxo.
Posted by: tamara aviva evnin at November 23, 2004 07:01 PM
Intense Little Moment:
It was my 3rd birthday and my mother bought me a brand new outfit to wear for the occasion. I was so excited for my family and friends to see me in my new attire. Moments before the guests were to arrive, I asked my mother for a glass of juice. I don't remember how it happened, but my mother accidentally knocked the glass off the counter and spilled the juice all over my clothes. I yelled and cried just like any other 3 year old child would have. I was devastated because I had to change into a different outfit. I don't think that I ever wore the special birthday outfit again.
Perhaps these memories resurface at times when we engage in action that is similar to that in the memory?
I am more curious to know why we specifically remember certain things and ignore others...
Posted by: Anonymous at November 23, 2004 08:00 PM
We were having a party at our house and my girlfriend was mad at me because I was being so wonderful it was just too much to take (I keep telling myself that and now I believe it yeah!). My girlfriend had closed and locked the door so I just sat outside talking to Josh and Sarthick (I will never spell your name right just to piss you off.) And as I was leaning against the door it suddenly opened from behind me and I fell back just like in the movies. ahhh funny times I miss the house and everybody hanging out. Now if I could only find my pants.
Posted by: Heywood J Blomy at November 28, 2004 05:28 AM