This morning, I woke up at around 5 a.m. I guess that's happening again. At least it's not like the week before when I was waking at 4 a.m., so that's cool. For some reason, I had that song "Jumper" by Third Eye Blind stuck in skull but also this:
Because my brain defaults to cats, always
So there I was, staring at the ceiling fan that whirled above my brain, in the dark, and with a Moo by my side. She is mostly the best for cuddles. Since it was cold this morning, I was happy that she was there being a dog heater.
Things falling apart
Usually, when I am there staring into the void of the early morning, my brain likes to play the "What If?" game. It is the most fun that I can possibly have at 5 in the morning, but not really because I've learned that the What If? game is a game where no one wins. When it's that early in the morning, I literally just roll over and accept everything.
I have a lot of memories. Strangely, I seem to remember more than my sisters can ever really recall. There is a lot of awful stuff floating up there in my soupy brain, but also a lot of awesome stuff. I am glad that I can remember it all and also sad that I do at the same time. That doesn't mean that I would want to erase any of my memories. Sometimes I feel that my memories are all I have, even though they are slipping away, little by little.
So. For you:
If you could erase your memories, would you?