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- Allison Landa
- Berkeley, California, United States
- I'm a Berkeleyite who wrote a book. It's called BEARDED LADY. I'd be stoked if you read it.
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3 comments:
Just between you, me, and the lamppost?
I contend that the ability to 'let go' of stuff is defendant on having a leaky memory. The same quality of mind that makes it possible to hold onto the words that people speak, the way you felt at a particular time in your life, the small details of childhood, etc. also makes it possible to fully access the bad experiences you've had in life.
For me, thinking about the situation in those terms makes it a bit easier to deal with. The real blessing has been that I've been able to let go of the whole fucking hippy-ass concept of letting go of things, which let me be a bit more at ease with my own nature.
I think the lollipop is part of the process.
Sean - You've talked about that, how one partner can have the leaky memory and the other can say: "You were wearing the BLUE shirt when you did THIS eight years ago to this day!"
I'd love to get to the point where the memory is simply a memory, meaning I can still access the pain, but not feel it in the current moment. There are many memories that are not like that -- to bring them up is to tap a nerve, and it buzzes hard. It's really liberating, though, to hear you've say you've let go of the letting-go concept. I like that.
And babe - Where's my lollipop? (Okay, shut your dirty-ass mouth.)
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