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I've been thinking about memory lately—how it clings to the insignificant. A glance, a phrase, a scent. These fragments, often dismissed in the moment, resurface years later, uninvited yet vivid. It's strange how the mind archives the trivial while letting the monumental fade. Maybe it's not about the weight of the event but the emotional imprint it leaves behind.
There’s a strange peace in realizing that most people are too busy thinking about themselves to judge you. I used to obsess over how I came across and how I was perceived, but the truth is, no one’s watching that closely. Everyone’s just trying to survive their own chaos. Once I accepted that, I stopped over-editing myself and just started showing up. There’s freedom in that. It might not be perfect, but at least it’s real.
I think a lot about people I barely knew—just a sentence they said in passing, a glance, or a moment that meant nothing to them but everything to me. It’s weird how memory works; it’s not chronological, it’s emotional. Sometimes while I'm brushing my teeth, I get hit with something from ten years ago that still doesn’t make sense. I don’t think we ever really ‘get over’ things; we just stop talking about them out loud.