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vaneramosWhenever I cut open a fresh mango, it reminds me of my stalker. Why? Before we broke up and he commenced his unwelcome behaviour, he showed me the best way to extract the fruit's flesh. That was a long time ago, and the connection seems laughable.
This made me consider artefacts from other relationships.
I've effectively exorcised memories of my miserable marriage. Even when I see my ex-wife, it's hard to believe we were ever together. But some things still remind me. I use a workout routine from a book she gave me. Also, certain gestures Marian makes, the way she carries herself.
Watching a sunset reminds me of colour-blind Dan, who asked me to describe one. Or walking in the snow under a full moon.
My wardrobe is still influenced by Mike, the graphic artist who persuaded me to wear mostly black. And I acquired his fondness for architecture.
A net scrubber from The Body Shop reminds me of Aubrey.
And what about the man in my life now? Danny has given me knitting and an appreciation for cheesy films. And I can't walk down a forest path at dusk without remembering certain Friday evenings. That's just for starters.
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Date: 2005-09-30 12:16 am (UTC)I've had to discard certain things because of negative associations. Several years ago I threw out several entire boxes containing papers and mementoes from my marriage. Simply getting rid of them was more prudent than sorting through them in hope of finding anything useful or valuable. But I find that as time goes on, I'm less and less disturbed when something reminds me of old unhappiness. I've also found it's worthwhile to consider that no experience is 100 per cent bad, and practically every relationship has some aspects worth remembering, as shaping who I have become.
Here's the best way to cut open a mango. Slice off the two fleshier sides by cutting from the stem to bottom, as close as possible to the flat sides of the pit and removing as much flesh as you can. This will give you two oval slabs of flesh still attached to the skin. With the skin facing down, cut the flesh into a checkerboard pattern as deep as the skin, leaving it intact. The skin will now turn inside out, and with a few easy cuts you can remove all the flesh in neat cubes.
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-30 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 07:18 pm (UTC)I definitely have an association of you with strawberry jam now...
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:52 am (UTC)Ever since you visited Ontario, I've been looking for the perfect sarong.
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 09:52 pm (UTC)I thought about the conversation I'll have with my birth mother someday. It wasn't nice, but at the same time, there were some pleasant memories of when she was still married to my Dad. They are warm spots, but I'd rather much purge them altogether.
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 10:29 pm (UTC)things about myself from this view point. Thanks! maybe?
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Date: 2005-09-30 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 11:11 pm (UTC)smooth and tastefull
be well
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Date: 2005-09-30 02:07 am (UTC)Cheers
thought provoking
Date: 2005-09-30 05:51 pm (UTC)From the meaningful meanderings to the erotic fantasy.
Be well
connor
I find that there are certain things that definately have strong associations for me. Part of these I keep boxed and hidden, lest thier power overwhelm me. Part I've set out in my place, where they'll serve to remind me of light and love, and hope.