Memories may be beautiful and yet…

Some people look back in anger…
Some even need professional help, from shrinks for instance, to help them deal with their anger and childhood memories, in order to wipe them out (the memories, I mean; not the shrinks).

I never seemed to have that problem!
Quite the oppositie, actually. I unconsciously blocked out the bitter memories and looked back upon my childhood through rose-coloured glasses. A bit like Streisand does, when she sings, “…what’s too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget”.
Simple, innit! Worked like a charm!

However, I’m finding out lately, that some things I apparently had chosen to forget, are slowly surfacing…
Now, what the hell is going on, I ask you, and what does it all mean?
Am I losing control here? Is the lid under which I carefully buried some things from the past, suddenly moving all by itself? Or is Mr. Alzheimer lending a helping hand perhaps?
Or, is it happening maybe because I’ve got too much time on my hands? Is that it?
I mean, if I would have any children of my own, and grandchildren, and a proper job, like “normal people” have, would this never be occurring to me at all, as I would not have the strength, nor the time?
I haven’t got a f… uhh, flamin’ clue, actually!
Or will it maybe all turn out to be a blessing in disguise in the end, bringing about some sort of “catharsis”?

I would rather leave things be, actually!
Leave things as they were before; “…so, it’s the laughter we will remember, whenever we remember… the way we were… doo-doo-doo-doo…. doooo-doooooooh…” ­čśë

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