Seraphic blunderbuss
Dec. 4th, 2001 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
substituteNow that I am no longer a child, but supposedly an adult (I turn 37 this month), I have actual memories.
What I mean by this is that I can remember distinct parts of my life as stories with beginnings middles and ends, rather than just "everything when I was a kid" and "now", which was the case before.
This is, I suppose, a sign of advancing age. The memory I had today was of using the phone we had when I was a kid, a beige rotary phone with the curly cord that got tangled, no answering machine, and rang with an actual bell. It was very heavy.
And I thought.. wow. That object doesn't even exist in a world where I'm a system administrator doing maintenance on a web server at 3 in the morning via my wireless networked laptop hooked up to DSL.
What I mean by this is that I can remember distinct parts of my life as stories with beginnings middles and ends, rather than just "everything when I was a kid" and "now", which was the case before.
This is, I suppose, a sign of advancing age. The memory I had today was of using the phone we had when I was a kid, a beige rotary phone with the curly cord that got tangled, no answering machine, and rang with an actual bell. It was very heavy.
And I thought.. wow. That object doesn't even exist in a world where I'm a system administrator doing maintenance on a web server at 3 in the morning via my wireless networked laptop hooked up to DSL.
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Date: 2001-12-04 09:26 pm (UTC)I had to share. Sorry. I'm full of weird memories like that. :)