Some of you who know me know that I have a very good memory. The rest of you who know me know that I'm smart, but that goes back to my memory, also. And while in past blogs I have cursed my memory, I'm glad that I have it. And the reason why I'm so glad that I have my good memory is because all of my memories are stored up there.
While you people out there in Internet-Land can go into your photo albums and look at the happy times of the past, recalling stories of mirth and joy, I can't. I didn't buy my first photo album until 2 years ago. And while I've had several cameras in my lifetime, for some strange reason, my friends hardly ever let me take pictures of them.
In high school, I knew this girl, and we were great friends. I was her confidant and anchor (not the first time I would be this to a girl, and certainly not the last), and she loved me in her own way. Now ask me if I have a picture of her.
Hell, even my ex-girlfriend, who wanted me like no other, who would still stalk me to this day if she knew where I was; never let me take a picture of her.
I don't have pictures of people I cared very much about, and it pisses me off.
Maybe I cared more than I was cared about.
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