Sometimes something happens that reminds me of how quickly time is passing. It’s often when I’m hung over so obviously my emotions are heightened, but it makes me feel suffocatingly alone. Not in a needy ‘I wish I had a girlfriend’ way, but I just get overwhelmed by how insignificant everything is.
Random, seemingly insignificant memories come back to me – memories I’m surprised I still have because of how meaningless they were at the time. Anything can set it off: Songs, films, people and even smells evoke strong, confusing feelings of something, similar to loss. A loss of my youth perhaps? A loss of time?
Perhaps it’s because I’m 28 now and I have to come to terms with the fact that I’m not young any more, despite both feeling and looking young… ish. It’s weird, maybe it’s just me, or maybe this is why the term ‘zeitgeist’ – which means ‘ghost of the day’ for all you dumbasses out there – came about… Time passing - and the realisation that you can’t share a lot of your memories because the people you shared them with aren’t in your life any more - is quite haunting.
(…and this all came about because somebody I know posted ‘Kiss From A Rose’ on facebook. Paaaaaathetic!!)
