February 2012
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‘Because it’s the halves that halve you in half.”
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“You’re spot on.
I spent most of my life in relationships with a 6 month shelf life, with guys who would without fail treat me like a goddess and fawn at me constantly. I was always the one to end it, and felt like a jerk because it always crushed them and they couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to be with them when they were so good to me. I couldn’t really...
January 2012
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Age 6
Saturdays were the best at this age. Nothing was better Saturday morning cartoons, cereal for breakfast, and wrestling on the sofa cushions till my parents came home from work. It was the only time my brother made lunch for me too… soggy rice (too much water added) with chinese sausages.
December 2011
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Age 4
Smell is the most vivid sense for long-term memory. At age 4, I clearly remember the first day of school from smell of Ajax in the kindergarten bathrooms to the fresh duct tape on the worn out plastic leather seats of the school bus. And for lunch, my mom made me a hotdog with strawberry jam. It was the first and last time I had that for lunch. She never made it for me again, but I never told her...
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Age 1-3
I’m going to recollect on my most prominent memories of each year in my life. I don’t remember shit from ages 1-3, but I could tell you one memory that comes to mind. I’ve had multiple dreams about this incident, so I don’t know if this is a dream… But I know it’s seared into my earliest memory. I’m looking at this in a third person view with my mom...
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