Tag: Memories

  • July 9, 2023

    July 9, 2023

    I was only five or six years old when I started crying at the sight of an animated octopus-witch. My grade one class went to the class next door to watch The Little Mermaid. I had to leave the room, I was in such a fit. I spent the rest of the movie at my…

  • June 27, 2023

    June 27, 2023

    I can’t think of anything to write about today. I’ve been mulling over the idea of writing a blog about post about it. Anyway, here we are, I guess. I’m doing it.

  • June 21, 2023

    June 21, 2023

    I was at a wedding over the weekend. I didn’t know anyone other than my girlfriend and a few of her friends. Needless to say, I met a lot of people.

  • June 19, 2023

    June 19, 2023

    In university, I remember once telling a friend that sharing a meal for someone is a testament to their value in your life. I probably said it with fewer syllables, yet more eloquence. Only in the last two-or-so years have I started cooking with any regularity. I think I’ve been learning to cook, as opposed…

  • June 16, 2023

    June 16, 2023

    We’re staying at a hotel for the weekend. It’s in a small town and it looks like a motel. Our room is on the first floor. We have a parking lot view, like every other room.

  • May 18, 2023

    May 18, 2023

    There are a few things around the house that my dad asked me to help him with, things he can’t do because his leg is still recovering from surgery. Normally, he’d just get them done. He’s a handy guy.

  • April 13, 2023

    April 13, 2023

    I’ve been feeling the weight of my age lately. In an effort to lighten the load a little, I’ve been trying to clear things out. This, as you may already know, is not a task I easily commit myself to.

  • What would you title the chapters of your autobiography?

    What would you title the chapters of your autobiography?

    About five years ago, I started working on, what I called, a Collection of Recollections. I would sit down at my typewriter and write about something from my past. It was usually about people. I had intended to type it up on the computer and compile it into something whole and complete.

  • What is a song or poem that speaks to you and why?

    What is a song or poem that speaks to you and why?

    Soon after getting my first car, I would drive to a neighbouring town to smoke cigarettes. It became a regular habit of mine. It was easier for me to stay awake later back then.

  • What was your dream job as a child?

    What was your dream job as a child?

    I vaguely remember writing in my notebook that I wanted to be a “thinker” when I grew up. My cousin is a Philosophy professor and I thought it’d be really cool to be like him. I ended up studying Philosophy in university but I wasn’t able to pursue it further.

  • Describe the happiest day of your life.

    Describe the happiest day of your life.

    It wasn’t the day I lost my virginity. Could it have been the day when I finally learned how to use my unchasteness? I don’t even know what day that was.

  • Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell?

    Do you have a memory that’s linked to a smell?

    The smell of lilacs always reminds me of the house I grew up in. More specifically, it reminds me of the lilac bush that grew outside of the house I grew up in. From there, I make my way inside.