A shattered mind in a broken body fighting for survival

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Thrice-Filled Mug

It's late, he thought to himself. Really late. Getting up for work in the morning is going to be miserable. He did a quick self-inventory: his body was weary, his back was sore, and he had to use the bathroom. He turned his attention back to the person sitting in front of him. The conversation carried on, and he forgot his aches, pains, and discomfort. By the time he left, the movie had been over for hours. Where had all that time gone? It had simply vanished like the water in her thrice-filled mug.

Have you ever become lost in your memories? It can happen when you try to walk through one particular moment in the past. As your mind chews over the memory, it starts to spew out tons of other related memories. Soon, you lose yourself in the ebb and flow of past happenings. Maybe it's just me. As I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind, I realized that the above memory is not wholly intact. My mind pieced several different memories together and it took some serious dredging on my part to put all the pieces together the right way. It is like a Sudoku board. You can have one section in order only to move to the next one and discover that a number that fit in the first section belongs in another part of the board entirely. The conversation that I had in mind came after placing an ice cream cake in the freezer. The conversation linked to the movie happened on the porch. Regardless, while moments like are few, they are greatly cherished. One of my favorite pastimes is having late-night conversations with pretty girls...who are also good friends. :)

~The Piebald Penguin