“Hey saw this starry night shirt dress and reminded me of your gorgeous starry night dress you wore at the Christmas do last year! I think this dress would good on you.” And sent the link from website and photo of dress.
A male friend sent me a photo of live Rugby match with the Dragons playing. No writing needed. Photo explained everything. 🙂 #goodtimes (And we’re just friends! And it’s possible!)
A photo of a candy store – passed this place thought of you.. 🍫 🍬🍭
Photos of old postcards /childhood pen pal letters – hey look what found! We should start this up again.
Parkrun action photo.
A photo of a Harley Davison.
A movie trailer – YouTube link
A book – there are many books that remind me of friends and it’s normal to think of them. Like my work colleague Mark who recommended Fredrick Nietzsche book Beyond Good And Evil – excellent read. I miss Mark, we used to have proper intellectual conversations. I don’t know where he’s now but I hope he’s reached his goal and become a successful engineer. Then there’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson recommended by my colleague friend Chris. I miss him too. We had lots in common. I wish him all the best too.
Cooking tips and recipes.
Cooking at my friends house.
Songs – Starlight by Muse, reminds me of Kickboxing and my rock buddies from there – Tom, Dave and Sarah. The Vaccines, Athlete, and The Maccabees- Paul, Boston – Mark, Wolfmother – George. Dave and I talked about Badly Drawn Boy a lot 🙂 Charlotte (Charlie) we talked about Nirvana at the age of 16! 🤘🏼🤘🏼🤘🏼
Sometimes you will see things that remind you of someone. I always thought that was normal and friendly.
“Hey watched a film and the location was Amsterdam, I remember you saying it was your best holiday.”
“Heard that song on the radio 📻 it reminded me of you.”
Snapshot of a coffee cake sent as a message to your “friend”.
And what does the friend reply to me:
“…saying you’ve seen things that remind you of me, that’s all what would be considered romantic if it was anybody else…”
What on Earth is the world coming to? It’s normal to remember things and let things remind you of people. Doesn’t mean you’re romantically involved in someone or want to be.
I’ve had friends male and female send me photos by text, postcards by post to say it reminded me of them. I did not think ever that person “loved” me or had a “crush”. It’s so pathetic.
Maybe it’s the generation we from and how the way of our upbringing.
If anyone want to comment, please do. Tell I’m right or wrong.
Everyday you learn something new about yourself.
Through emotions, feelings and memories.
The feeling of how they made you feel or last conversation of what you had with them always stays with you.
When they end badly, you always remember the bad parts.
It’s worse when your fears appear in your dreams. I don’t normally suffer from nightmares not much now. I don’t fear anyone, but it’s not pleasant having a frightful dream about your ex. I guess that’s normal. Re living, re dreaming, re seeing the replica of what happened when you lived together in living day. I don’t know where that makes sense. The dreams showing what happened before and you having the chance to say what has been building inside of you.
Someone I used to know through someone else I used to know, something happened to her and I remember her brother telling me that she’s going through a childish phase again as she had been listening to her childhood music and going to gigs. I didn’t think much of it, I just think he was being too harsh on her. Ok, she’s in her forties but there’s nothing wrong listening to music that you love.
Life has been tough and sometimes you want to search and find yourself again after something dreadful happen to you. I believe that is normal. There’s no wrong in listening to your music that moved you when you were in your teens and relive your memories. Don’t be too reckless. Don’t be judgemental.
I went to the gym today. But I didn’t go inside. I just sat in my car and stared at the building. Some days it’s hard to push yourself to be better.
People are temporary. No matter how hard you try and keep the sand in your hand tighter, the quicker the sand slips through your fingers. It’s the same with people. Certain people stay in your lives, some people pass through. When it’s not working out people leave.. ugh can’t explain what I’m trying to say.
If music is moving, makes you laugh. It makes you cry. Then it’s worth listening to and the musician has done his or her work well. Mission accomplished.
Opportunities don’t come twice. You can’t be scared and think negative that you won’t get the second chance. You’ve just got to try and even when everyone are telling you : you can’t do it, you’re making bad decisions, you’re reckless, why can’t be good?
I am being frigging good. I want to be better. Better me now from the better me yesterday. Keep on improving even when it does not look like it to others.
Ok, I admit I have been a tad bit busy for the last few days and have been unable to blog, write or tell a story of fiction or non fiction. Keep to my target of daily writing.
What am I thinking? In 25 minutes it will be midnight and a new full day will begin. But not any day. My birthday.
What have I learnt this whole year? At any time life can change dramatically. Since I’ve hit my thirties life has been a complete transformation.
The highlights of the week so far.. The award goes to my car breaking down in the middle of nowhere and the breakdown recovery van could not find me. 4 hours later, I was discovering with a flat tire (tyre) and shivering cold, bursting for a wee, standing at the side of a village road. Thank goodness, I had a spare tyre at the bottom of my car.
Opening birthday cards and presents before I went to sleep. My nephew made me a big hand made birthday card, in his adorable hand writing with motorcycle pictures all over it. ☺️
15 minutes left and what am I going to do now? Try and get some shut eye as I have a long busy day ahead of me.
Good night world. Over and out!
20th October 2013
Writing is form of emotional lift. It helps us when we are down.