Tabs.
Like the ones that you run your fingers through when you pull out a huge drawer of files. Or the little card things that you get in the really old libraries.I imagine it's a little like that inside my brain. Lots and lots of audiosensory tabs which catalogue my memories.
Year 3: "Cream" Prince
Year 4: "Seven seconds" Ninah Cherry and that dude who spoke no English
Year 5: That song from Priscilla Queen of the Desert... I love the nightlife, I got to boogie...
Year 7: "Creep" TLC
Year 8: "What's the story, morning glory" Oasis
And so it goes.
I had one of those feelings other other day when this song I haven't heard for ages came on the radio. Made me grin like an idiot. Funny thing was, at the time I really hated that song. But now I like it so much just because it brings back nostalgic feelings.
Maybe it's a little bit like that with the memories too. That they weren't really that great at the time, but with retrospect, it's become all rosy, making you sigh about "the better days".
The reason I wonder this is because I have a feeling that, although I'm stressed as hell right now, I will look back on my medical school years as some of the best in my life. Whether I want to tell the future me that no actually, things weren't as charming as you remembered it, I'm not too sure. On the one hand, I don't want to ruin the nostalgic feelings of the future me. On the other, maybe it's reassuring to let the future me know that life hasn't passed me by, that life is as good today as it were in the past.
Oh gosh I'm talking to my future self. I cannot wait until the holidays.
posted by me. @ 10:54 AM
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