@bookworm, that single post had more heart, soul, and talent than all my posts combined.
Memories are an interesting concept. I sometimes think of them as a fixed, absolute thing. But as I get older I've realized they are nothing more than thoughts. They don't exist in space or time, they exist in my head. Maybe everything I remember is nothing more than a simulated memory being fed to my consciousness from lines of code, while I lie in cryostasis hibernation in a nuclear fallout shelter. Maybe
@The Top Crusader is the manifestation of my father's consciousness desperately trying to get me to awaken from my deep, cold sleep to help him fight off the invading slag mutants that are blowing through the blast doors... sent into this quantum dream realm to send me signs that I am still asleep, and always have been.
But then I come to my senses. There's no way that could be possible,
I scoff, I know you all are real people and we have shared memories together! Like that time I met
@jelly out in Saskatoon and we went out to dinner and...... wait..
no.
Forgive me, my memories are getting jumbled now that I'm getting older. I was thinking of the time
@JesusIsAlive and I went to a Halloween party together and we dressed up as characters from A..I..O..... wait,
was I?
Was I thinking of the time
@Catspaw,
@KODY 105, and I went to that show.... or
@American Eagle and I had an argument and he locked me out? Why is it so hard to remember now? Surely I know you all, right? We've shared so many
memories?