Whoa there! Look at the cobwebs on this babe
Haha

I feel so bad for the way I’ve been treating her (by “her” I’m referring to this blog, of course) anyways, I was just going about my business pressing my phone and I opened my WordPress app and……voila! Here she was looking abandoned, discarded and as beautiful as ever (yes, cobwebs and all) so I decided to clean her up a bit put some make up on her, a nice dress and get her hair did and you know, take her dancing. (P.s that’s what I’m doing right now)

So, I’m going through my drafts and memories from way back starts popping up, making me feel all soft and squishy inside, you see, long before I had the courage to hit the “publish” button on my pieces, my blog was primarily used as a diary *ahem* journal……(._. )

Moving on, how this happened actually was, I’d just finished reading a book and it was basically written in a modern epistolary form using blog entries. At the end of the book the character observed that her blog rather than just documented events also documented her reactions and emotions to said event and that her memory didn’t quite do justice to that event, especially in the emotions department.

Whoop, I think I went on and on there for a bit, basically what I learned from the book (guys I’m really sorry I don’t remember the name of the book) is our memory sucks. Yes. Really. Now if you don’t have an eidetic memory then yours, like the rest of us sucks as well. It’s not about how accurately you remember the event, or how accurately you remember how a chain of events occurred, your memory will find a way of screwing it up.

We’ve all been in that situation were we are reporting/gisting/narrating a story and a friend of ours goes “oh no, you were angrier than that” or “dude!  you were far more obsessed that” (I usually get the latter, don’t judge guys…..just don’t) and if you’ve never heard that from a friend chances are, you don’t have any friends and you have a cat and you’re a virgin and you are going to die alone.

As I was saying our memory acts like it has a mind of its own (yes I saw what I did there, I’m not sure what I did there, please just go with it) it edits, deletes and manipulates as it pleases. This is not always a bad thing because sometimes we don’t need to remember how in love we were or how obsessed we were (don’t look at me pls) or how humiliated we were or how angry or how sad or how happy we were because sometimes if we do remember, we may not have the motivation to try again.

This is an excerpt from one of my diary ahem journal entry

“….. how messed up our lives are, it feels like I’m missing something and there’s that one thing I need to make my life complete, I just don’t have any fucking idea what it is……I want to go home, I’m homesick as fuck, home for me is not just about going to lagos, its going back to what life was before, the carefreeness, the hope for my brother, just what life appeared to be, and not what it fucking looks like at the moment…..I wanna go home NOTE TO FUTURE SELF: you are a long way from home”

I don’t remember ever feeling that way but my diary *ahem*journal said other wise, I’m happy I don’t remember that feeling and I have my memory to thank for that. So I’m going to end this post the way I end my diary *ahem* journal ( Urggggh! I need to stop doing that) entries.

NOTE TO FUTURE SELF: your past is really just a perception.

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