asian_princess
Car-ma Sutra Test Dummy.
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Senti-(wo)men-tality?
*ducks*
wait wait wait! It’s not a battle of the sexes thread, I promise.. There’s Higher’s thread for that which I will be going back to as soon as I finish this post, I feel antsy being away from the male bashing for too long.
Just a little musing….
My name is AP and I’m a lifelong, shameless and unabashed sentimental HOARD-AHOLIC
I’m serious, I need a 500 step program. And a sponsor. And another addiction to replace it.
EVERTHING to me has sentimental value. I have candy wrappers from Valentine’s day from when I was 14, and whenever I look at them, I almost blush just as I did that day when that boy shyly hugged me and shoved the paper bag wrapped chocolate box into my hand and mumbled something sweet, that til this day, I can’t work out, and then ran away…and I wonder, if I didn’t have those wrappers in my “memory box” if there would ever be anything to trigger those memories, and if otherwise, they’d be lost to me forever.
Candy wrappers, love letters, HATE letters, movie tickets, dried flowers – all the normal things.
Add in grocery receipts for special dinners, cigarette butts…(okay, maybe they’re not NICOTINE butts), hotel room key cards from dirty one nighters, lottery tickets from moments of misplaced faith in His Almighty, screws from stolen road signs, paddle pop icecream sticks from hot summer evenings on the beach, one red light camera fine during a particular instance of reckless driving caused by a slightly amorous moment and you’ll get the idea of what is in those mysterious boxes under my bed.
Many...if not most, other females I talk to…think they’ve found a kindred spirit when I bring this up, there’s giggling and squealing as we clasp our hands as we try to one-up each other on the ridiculous things we’ve secretly swiped from dates and ex boyfriend’s houses and shoved in our purses.
BUT.
Many a boyfriend has wondered upon wondered about…this mysterious Appy trait.
I, present Exhibit A, for the Jury.
Scenario 1.
An ex, on noticing the INBOX FULL icon on his phone promptly, without hesitation, pressed Delete All, forever banishing countless of my text messages to him over the last few months into thin air.
And a look of absolute shock became plastered on Appy’s face.
I had of course already backed up my text messages…both to and from him in about 5 different forms.
He, not being a complete noonce, sensed that something was wrong considering my face was frozen into an obvious look of …”howcouldyoudothatareyounothuman”??.
And, being a smart man, and having it built into his DNA… he began to skillfully BACKPEDAL. “Baby,” he crooned, “I don’t need those messages…I’ve got youuuuuuuuuuu.”
*shrugs*
Worked on me...I don’t remember feeling anything but mushiness after that.
*grins sheepishly*
But now, looking back, it leads me to wonder.
Am I a freak?! (And please, focus, we’re talking about my level sentimentality here…not the other obvious freakish traits…I have a team of white men in coats who escort me to my padded bedroom for that)
Do females have a tendency to be more sentimenal?
And what is the limit?
Do you have special mementos of moments past…or once it’s over…it’s over…?
Without my journals and notes and souvenirs… leaving those memories to my scattered brain… I know some incredibly precious moments would be lost forever...
And I guess I wonder…about those people who I’LL remember forever, who aren’t so meticulous = freakish with their memory collecting.
Will their memories of me…too, slowly fade away into nothing…?
*ducks*
wait wait wait! It’s not a battle of the sexes thread, I promise.. There’s Higher’s thread for that which I will be going back to as soon as I finish this post, I feel antsy being away from the male bashing for too long.
Just a little musing….
My name is AP and I’m a lifelong, shameless and unabashed sentimental HOARD-AHOLIC
I’m serious, I need a 500 step program. And a sponsor. And another addiction to replace it.
EVERTHING to me has sentimental value. I have candy wrappers from Valentine’s day from when I was 14, and whenever I look at them, I almost blush just as I did that day when that boy shyly hugged me and shoved the paper bag wrapped chocolate box into my hand and mumbled something sweet, that til this day, I can’t work out, and then ran away…and I wonder, if I didn’t have those wrappers in my “memory box” if there would ever be anything to trigger those memories, and if otherwise, they’d be lost to me forever.
Candy wrappers, love letters, HATE letters, movie tickets, dried flowers – all the normal things.
Add in grocery receipts for special dinners, cigarette butts…(okay, maybe they’re not NICOTINE butts
), hotel room key cards from dirty one nighters, lottery tickets from moments of misplaced faith in His Almighty, screws from stolen road signs, paddle pop icecream sticks from hot summer evenings on the beach, one red light camera fine during a particular instance of reckless driving caused by a slightly amorous moment and you’ll get the idea of what is in those mysterious boxes under my bed.Many...if not most, other females I talk to…think they’ve found a kindred spirit when I bring this up, there’s giggling and squealing as we clasp our hands as we try to one-up each other on the ridiculous things we’ve secretly swiped from dates and ex boyfriend’s houses and shoved in our purses.
BUT.
Many a boyfriend has wondered upon wondered about…this mysterious Appy trait.
I, present Exhibit A, for the Jury.
Scenario 1.
An ex, on noticing the INBOX FULL icon on his phone promptly, without hesitation, pressed Delete All, forever banishing countless of my text messages to him over the last few months into thin air.
And a look of absolute shock became plastered on Appy’s face.
I had of course already backed up my text messages…both to and from him in about 5 different forms.
He, not being a complete noonce, sensed that something was wrong considering my face was frozen into an obvious look of …”howcouldyoudothatareyounothuman”??.
And, being a smart man, and having it built into his DNA… he began to skillfully BACKPEDAL. “Baby,” he crooned, “I don’t need those messages…I’ve got youuuuuuuuuuu.”
*shrugs*
Worked on me...I don’t remember feeling anything but mushiness after that.
*grins sheepishly*
But now, looking back, it leads me to wonder.
Am I a freak?! (And please, focus, we’re talking about my level sentimentality here…not the other obvious freakish traits…I have a team of white men in coats who escort me to my padded bedroom for that)
Do females have a tendency to be more sentimenal?
And what is the limit?
Do you have special mementos of moments past…or once it’s over…it’s over…?
Without my journals and notes and souvenirs… leaving those memories to my scattered brain… I know some incredibly precious moments would be lost forever...
And I guess I wonder…about those people who I’LL remember forever, who aren’t so meticulous = freakish with their memory collecting.
Will their memories of me…too, slowly fade away into nothing…?
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