nefertari
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ORIGINAL: SusanofO Well, most of the time - I lay down on my bed and close my eyes and relish the memories, until I fall asleep. I try to remember mostly the good stuff (because there is always (for me anyway) "good" stuff along with the "tough to remember"). Usually, it ends up being a 20 minute "cat nap", but sometimes I've slept for hours after doing this and it's led to some interesting dreams. Then I can start thinking about what "time" really might be (even if nobody knows for sure), and how it seems pretty relative, and wonder about things like how people realize they are conscious beings, and stuff like that. I can do this for hours. But - I always end up believing I will see the person again in the future, after I have passed on to another state of consciousness after I die (I really believe this. Which might not mean it is what is going to happen, but doesn't mean it won't, either - and it makes me feel better, so I think about that). In the case of one person, about every few months I still drive past their old house - and they've been gone for 16 years now. Doing that can really bring back some memories, and if it was agonizingy painful, I'd stop. But it's not. I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with re-living parts of your life in your head that were particularly great (personally, I prefer to forget a lot of the bad stuff. it can still come back and haunt me, but I will make an effort to block it after a good cry or two. I don't need to dwell on that stuff - I already take anti-depressants, he. But I can get maudlin about it, sometimes, Then I have to just stop myself. Sometimes, I deal with it by just getting in my car and driving aimlessly around for hours, listening to my favorite CDs and-or the car radio. I love doing that. It is not "productive" in particular - except that it seems to be a great catharsis for me - I have no idea why, but it really is helpful for me. - Susan What SusanofO said. Word for word. and I have a box full of letters, cards, notes, pictures of an ex from 9 years ago that I still can't make myself get rid of. Every couple of years, I'll get them out (usually when I just happen across them) and look at them and all of the memories are fresh again. My day becomes completely lost to the memories and emotions. Each time I think that I should get rid of these after all these years. But I haven't been able to do it yet.
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