I have an interesting, yet odd, life. Well, let's phrase that again. I think I have an interesting and odd life, one in which things occur that probably don't occur in the lives of others. Being the person that I am, I tend not to share these occurrences with many people - it's not because of a fear of being judged, but rather, a desire to keep those things that are special and important to me special and important. I've always found that things become less exciting once you tell another person. Secrets that only you know about are so much more cool than the morning's gossip.
But it's hard sometimes to keep things inside you for so long, especially when you're the type of person that remembers exactly when something happened, right down to the time and what you were wearing and what the weather was. Can you tell that I'm a person that does that? And when you wake up one day and realize that its the anniversary of something momentous in your life, and have no-one to share it with - because you don't want to share it, or can't share it - it gets even harder.
As silly as this may sound, I wish there was a way I could take a part of my memory and store it somewhere. Erase all knowledge of it from my brain, and yet keep it somewhere for those days that I need it to function - sort of like the pensieve that Dumbledore has (or had, now that he's dead *sobs*). It would make days like these so much easier.
*to be born again, first you must die*
