My suspicions are starting to lessen. As I’ve spent a few more days messaging with the girl introduced in the last rambling, I’ve been feeling less uneasy about her intentions with me.
I’m most certain I was only overthinking it at the time. For some reason, my brain likes to do that to me. I’m not a fan of overthinking, especially when it comes to matters relating to love.
Upon reflection, I don’t recall a single instance where I overthought something, strangely enough. But I do feel as though that wasn’t the first time either. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time.
I don’t give much thought to things relating to memories, but I suppose it would be interesting to be able to use them practically. Imagine someone keeping a record of every thought you think, every action you make, every spoken word you produce - and being able to access, or even modify or destroy, parts of that record. The filing cabinets would take up an unimaginably large space, though.
Theoretically, one such record does exist, but it works in ways we wouldn’t necessarily want it to sometimes. It only allows access to select entries at a time, and it randomly modifies and destroys parts of itself. And it doesn’t take up physical space.
I’m greatly fascinated by how differently people’s memories work. Some people have good visual memory, some have amazing information memory, some have incredible muscle memory. Personally, I have a great visual memory. I remember things like people’s faces, the clothes they wear, the environment they’re in, the way their body works to help convey the message of their statement.
Anyway, I really admire the girl. She has ambitions, she has goals, she looks into the future, she thinks like a dreamer. I admire those things about her.