My Mind's Memory

All memory is flawed, weighted and skewed by individual perception. What has happened doesn't matter as much as what we remember. The mind-mirror freezes its own images.

I have not followed meekly behind anyone. This much I know. However, I may do some a little bit, now. It's convenient and easier than balking.

I remember feeling very bold and individualistic when a young teen wearing my boy cousins' hand me down pants with a fly and belt. It was unheard of, in those days, within my circle of friends and schoolmates. It made me feel powerful and stronger than the girly girls. I knew I was all girl but the desire for special attention then, meant dressing in bizarre outfits - for my sex.

Anyway, my memory sometimes has limitations. I freely admit this. The world around me might just be perceived and interpreted by relying on my individual frame of reference. It certainly has diminished with time and I may conveniently fill the gaps and bits between the fragments which I do remember with my own details.

That's OK. It's just my mind's memory.

GMR - April 6, 2011