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Oct. 17th, 2001 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geekchickToday's plan: move to the New Mexico desert and live as a hermit.
Or maybe just find a p-shrink and some Buspar.
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Seeing people talk about where they were last year, 5 years ago, etc. made me realize that I really have no vivid, happy memories. Okay, that's not entirely true, I do have a couple. I can remember in excruciating detail painful, humilating things from kindergarten, but I can't really remember anything good in anything approaching that level of detail. Wonder why my brain works that way.
One year ago (October 2000) things were much as they are now. Living with Chris, dating Mattison (but seeing each other more frequently), having the occasional date with Dave. Fifteen-twenty pounds lighter. =/ Working for TeleFusion, but not really having a lot of work coming in. Just not quite as worried about the financial situation then as I am now. Going to the gym on a regular basis and starting work with a trainer.
Five years ago (October 1996). Hm. I had just gotten laid off from my first non-retail job - they were kind enough to wait until my one year date of hire to give me that manila envelope containing a certificate saying I'd completed a year with the company and a pink slip saying I was being replaced by a marketing weenie with a copy of FrontPage. Living in Herndon with a housemate. Dating one person, who happened to be living in Berkeley. Somewhat more social than I am now, but still pretty lonely.
Ten years ago (October 1991). Starting junior year in college. My father had died of cancer in June, my mother had just called to tell me she'd been diagnosed with the breast cancer which would eventually kill her too, I'd just gotten a letter from the one I was in love with with telling me that he was moving to Europe with his girlfriend, and my roommate/best friend and I were starting the descent into what would end up with us spending the last few months of that academic year not speaking to each other at all. Not, to say the least, one of my better years. Except for the parts of the summer spent sitting up on the roof talking with Clay, I'd be pretty happy to forget most of the year.
Twenty years ago (1981). I was ten. Fifth grade. Nothing really stands out for me. I wasn't exactly popular; it's hard to be the fat, smart kid in grade school. I suppose like most of my school experience I tend to block it out because the misery tended to outweigh any good experiences. About the only thing I really like to remember about grade school is taking the SATs and getting to spend the summer after 7th grade in a program at Duke.
I think I've just managed to depress myself...
Or maybe just find a p-shrink and some Buspar.
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Seeing people talk about where they were last year, 5 years ago, etc. made me realize that I really have no vivid, happy memories. Okay, that's not entirely true, I do have a couple. I can remember in excruciating detail painful, humilating things from kindergarten, but I can't really remember anything good in anything approaching that level of detail. Wonder why my brain works that way.
One year ago (October 2000) things were much as they are now. Living with Chris, dating Mattison (but seeing each other more frequently), having the occasional date with Dave. Fifteen-twenty pounds lighter. =/ Working for TeleFusion, but not really having a lot of work coming in. Just not quite as worried about the financial situation then as I am now. Going to the gym on a regular basis and starting work with a trainer.
Five years ago (October 1996). Hm. I had just gotten laid off from my first non-retail job - they were kind enough to wait until my one year date of hire to give me that manila envelope containing a certificate saying I'd completed a year with the company and a pink slip saying I was being replaced by a marketing weenie with a copy of FrontPage. Living in Herndon with a housemate. Dating one person, who happened to be living in Berkeley. Somewhat more social than I am now, but still pretty lonely.
Ten years ago (October 1991). Starting junior year in college. My father had died of cancer in June, my mother had just called to tell me she'd been diagnosed with the breast cancer which would eventually kill her too, I'd just gotten a letter from the one I was in love with with telling me that he was moving to Europe with his girlfriend, and my roommate/best friend and I were starting the descent into what would end up with us spending the last few months of that academic year not speaking to each other at all. Not, to say the least, one of my better years. Except for the parts of the summer spent sitting up on the roof talking with Clay, I'd be pretty happy to forget most of the year.
Twenty years ago (1981). I was ten. Fifth grade. Nothing really stands out for me. I wasn't exactly popular; it's hard to be the fat, smart kid in grade school. I suppose like most of my school experience I tend to block it out because the misery tended to outweigh any good experiences. About the only thing I really like to remember about grade school is taking the SATs and getting to spend the summer after 7th grade in a program at Duke.
I think I've just managed to depress myself...
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chile cheeseburger, about 10 miles south
of Socorro.