I turned another year older since I last blogged.
It seems a little silly to realize how old you are in comparison to music, clothes and history of the rest of the world.
I don't feel this old. I still have lego toys. I still refuse to go to bed at a sensible hour.
There must be a mistake somewhere.
In chatting with my several of my coworkers recently, who are all much younger than me and males, the general comments were that I do not act nor look as old as I am.
Such sweet boys. Yeah. I feel this old when I look in the mirror and see how long in the tooth I really am.
I have longevity on my side because I am part Asian. (Don't tell me any different) I never think about how long I will be on this Earth. I concentrate on making it a fun time with people who matter.
I don't hang on to clothes like most people do. I have 3 things from a former life. They will never see the light of day again. It is childhood sealed in a zip lock bag. There should be a light that goes off when you become nostalgic that says "Danger". It is good to visit the past but just not to get stuck there.
You aren't there anymore. Just the spirit of what was.
My son has been diagnosed with a condition: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperthymesia
This has been a little comical. We try to humor him when it kicks into overdrive. He refused to accompany us on a recent ghost tour.
I think he was afraid he would experience something he could not explain or be able to forget.
I love ghost stories and spooky places. As long as they are happening in the daylight. I recalled a story a few weeks back that was so vivid in my memory.....it was like living it all over again. Being someone who is afraid of the dark, it goes against my entire being to embrace spooky. But I do.
I think it is partly because some of my most favorite people have passed on and I have faith in their existence in Heaven. It only stands to reason that time layers and blends. There is only so much time/space area so it has to overlap somewhere. I think that is when the spirits slip out.
I always envision my passed over relatives spending some sort of presence with me when I am at my loneliest and darkest. That is a comfort. How can there just be a selective ghost there and not others? Religion parades the Holy Ghost around like he is the only one. I wonder if he is?
I think if I were to befriend a ghost, it would have to be Casper. Then again, a Patrick Swayze "Ghost" type wouldn't be bad to chat with either......as long as there were some "Dirty Dancing" involved.
And I mean real dancing.
Most definitely.
