Forgetting things

People regularly say they have regrets, or memories they wish they could forget. I've never agreed with that mentality, (even if sometimes I myself say that I wish I could just forget doing something stupid.) particularly because I think there is too much to be learned from past experience than we may realize.

My very worst memory comes from when I was 7 years old, living in Rock Springs, Wyoming. There isn't much to say, except that night, my Dad attempted suicide. It's not a particularly clear memory, and at the time, I wasn't 100% sure of what was going on (I did know a lot, but probably didn't understand the complete consequences of what would happen.).

Anyway, a friend of the family managed to talk my Dad out of it long enough to get the gun out of his hands and for him to fall asleep. The next day, phone calls were made and my dad was admitted into a detox center. He has been sober, drug and alcohol free, for 14 years now. I'm so proud of him that I cannot express it in words.

I'm telling you this, my legions of dedicated and brainwashed fans, because I firmly believe that no memory is worth forgetting. The things I've learned, the value I place on love and life, the love for my Dad that has grown, the decision to seriously limit any alcohol I drink... all things that I wouldn't deem as important if I didn't actively consider my memories. To me, confronting and fighting your fears and past inadequacies is the most honorable thing someone can do for themselves.

I know I haven't had a hard life by any means. I know that things can get hard really fast. For what I've gone through, and for what I've learned from others, coupled together with the basic human imagination and simulating/predicting the future as best I can, this is the most proactive battle plan for life I can follow. Until I've experienced things that sway me otherwise, it is what I will practice and preach.



Also: Boobs.