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I was talking to my roommate last night. He has been a buddy since elementary school.He and I got to talking about his past and later it merged into my past,our lives at school and other shit.
The sad part is,I have just found out the extent of how much of my memory is inaccessible to me.It was a holy shit sort of experience. Secondly I never knew I used to switch at school.I asked him and he confirmed the changes were dramatic, the people inside came out speaking in their own voices or languages,total mannerism changes and all,even my way of dress changed.Totally distinct.I don't remember any of this.
One day awhile ago at the PrP I looked at the 'sign in log under my name longer than it takes to sign in.Every other signature looked totally different than the ones before and In the span of two days a week there were changes.Some signature styles repeated some were very different.I looked at my poetry book too and I saw the same thing.My handwriting is literally written in very distinct styles by different hands.
My memories of school and growing up are very limited. huge swaths of years are gone.It's a bit disturbing to wonder about.
To this day I still lose time,sometimes lose days.I asked my roommate if he observes in me those types of dramatic changes nowadays like he was describing I did in school, he said yes. This changing I apparently have done for years.I asked him to tell me about it later,I wanted to know..what happened I want to know who I become and where the time goes..
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