Memory Games and Broken Pinkies
Hello there! Gosh, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been kind of busy, in a way… Not really...
I have got a new job that I’ve been settling into! Although, it has been about eight months since I actually started the new job, and I passed my probation in early February, so I guess I should consider myself well and truly settled! I am now, officially, a full-timer! :)
I work as initial contact for my local council now. I started off on the phones, taking calls for the other departments, but now that I’ve got my training, I’ve been allowed back out into the face-to-face world!
It feels like everything has been non-stop recently, and although I’ve had time off when I could have sat down and done some writing, I’ve often found that more important things have cropped up. Those Doctor Who episodes aren’t going to watch themselves, y’know!
Yes, I realise this is just a regurgitated version of what I say every time I start a new post on here. I do it every time: I acknowledge my absence and my impeccable ability to procrastinate, I slap myself on the wrist and promise to be better… and then I go and do it again. It’s a vicious circle! I have a habit of breaking my promises to myself.
I’ve been in a very reminiscent mood this past week or so. I’m a sucker for reading old texts, tweets and Facebook statuses as it is – especially when I’m bored, or when there's someone I miss – but I’ve been almost addicted to them recently. I like the way they help add to the memories I have, especially of people I'm close to and the way our conversations have changed (or not, in some cases).
We're living in the future now - it's age of the digital, and social media has provided the modern-day equivalent to old letters and photos in a keepsake box. (Just without the paper fleas.)
It's no secret to people who know me well that my imagination is quite vivid, and I like to dream up scenarios in my head - most of which tend to be completely implausible. So when I'm going on my trips down Memory Lane, not only does it trigger a longing to be able to go back and relive my favourite moments, but it also makes me think of the could-have-beens. I imagine how things could have gone differently, and how things would stand now if they had.
Unfortunately, without having a TARDIS to whisk me back in time to watch myself from afar, and without The Doctor's presence to make sure I don't cause any Reaper-sized paradoxes, these daydreams remain purely as cruel taunts in my head. (Not that I'm giving up hope for the future.)
When I've thought of each of the close friendships I've had (which isn't many), I realise that there has always been a point when a pinky promise would be used as a foundation for any kind of agreement being made.
For some reason, the linking of pinky fingers with someone else is a widely recognised symbol of trust that both of you will put every effort into fulfilling the promise.
There was a time when a pinky promise meant a lot to me. Once I'd interlocked my pinky with that of my friend, I was certain that neither of us would let the other down.
However, thanks to my mind taking a holiday to the past, I've realised how many pinky promises I've made with other people have been broken. Some of them are about silly things, but others felt significant to a friendship.
The one that sticks in my mind is the promise I made with someone that we would still be best friends in thirty years time. That was in 2012ish, yet I haven't even spoken to that person properly in about a year. No one is particularly to blame for that - we just drifted apart - but it is sad to think that it's uncertain whether we'll ever be that close again.
Having something as simple as a pinky promise as a metaphorical chest, in which you can lock your oh-so complicated grown-up feelings, should make it completely reliable. It should mean that all of the implied emotions and thoughts don't need to be vocalised, because they're all contained securely in the 'chest'.
The fact that the promise, which meant so much at the time, can be broken so easily and is now just as pointless and childish as it sounds - it's actually quite sad.
It's made me lose any faith I had in the idea of a pinky promise. I no longer see the appeal in misplacing my trust into something that will just come to nothing. Then again, I've yet to come across anything that will serve the purpose any better.
I understand that I've only just come back from being AWOL, so I shouldn't end on such a gloomy note, but tiredness is defeating me. So how about I share something that made me smile today?
Here... Have a David Tennant licking David Tennant. :)
I have got a new job that I’ve been settling into! Although, it has been about eight months since I actually started the new job, and I passed my probation in early February, so I guess I should consider myself well and truly settled! I am now, officially, a full-timer! :)
I work as initial contact for my local council now. I started off on the phones, taking calls for the other departments, but now that I’ve got my training, I’ve been allowed back out into the face-to-face world!
It feels like everything has been non-stop recently, and although I’ve had time off when I could have sat down and done some writing, I’ve often found that more important things have cropped up. Those Doctor Who episodes aren’t going to watch themselves, y’know!
Yes, I realise this is just a regurgitated version of what I say every time I start a new post on here. I do it every time: I acknowledge my absence and my impeccable ability to procrastinate, I slap myself on the wrist and promise to be better… and then I go and do it again. It’s a vicious circle! I have a habit of breaking my promises to myself.
I’ve been in a very reminiscent mood this past week or so. I’m a sucker for reading old texts, tweets and Facebook statuses as it is – especially when I’m bored, or when there's someone I miss – but I’ve been almost addicted to them recently. I like the way they help add to the memories I have, especially of people I'm close to and the way our conversations have changed (or not, in some cases).
We're living in the future now - it's age of the digital, and social media has provided the modern-day equivalent to old letters and photos in a keepsake box. (Just without the paper fleas.)
It's no secret to people who know me well that my imagination is quite vivid, and I like to dream up scenarios in my head - most of which tend to be completely implausible. So when I'm going on my trips down Memory Lane, not only does it trigger a longing to be able to go back and relive my favourite moments, but it also makes me think of the could-have-beens. I imagine how things could have gone differently, and how things would stand now if they had.
Unfortunately, without having a TARDIS to whisk me back in time to watch myself from afar, and without The Doctor's presence to make sure I don't cause any Reaper-sized paradoxes, these daydreams remain purely as cruel taunts in my head. (Not that I'm giving up hope for the future.)
When I've thought of each of the close friendships I've had (which isn't many), I realise that there has always been a point when a pinky promise would be used as a foundation for any kind of agreement being made.
For some reason, the linking of pinky fingers with someone else is a widely recognised symbol of trust that both of you will put every effort into fulfilling the promise.
There was a time when a pinky promise meant a lot to me. Once I'd interlocked my pinky with that of my friend, I was certain that neither of us would let the other down.
However, thanks to my mind taking a holiday to the past, I've realised how many pinky promises I've made with other people have been broken. Some of them are about silly things, but others felt significant to a friendship.
The one that sticks in my mind is the promise I made with someone that we would still be best friends in thirty years time. That was in 2012ish, yet I haven't even spoken to that person properly in about a year. No one is particularly to blame for that - we just drifted apart - but it is sad to think that it's uncertain whether we'll ever be that close again.
Having something as simple as a pinky promise as a metaphorical chest, in which you can lock your oh-so complicated grown-up feelings, should make it completely reliable. It should mean that all of the implied emotions and thoughts don't need to be vocalised, because they're all contained securely in the 'chest'.
The fact that the promise, which meant so much at the time, can be broken so easily and is now just as pointless and childish as it sounds - it's actually quite sad.
It's made me lose any faith I had in the idea of a pinky promise. I no longer see the appeal in misplacing my trust into something that will just come to nothing. Then again, I've yet to come across anything that will serve the purpose any better.
I understand that I've only just come back from being AWOL, so I shouldn't end on such a gloomy note, but tiredness is defeating me. So how about I share something that made me smile today?
Here... Have a David Tennant licking David Tennant. :)
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