Blog o'the day

Alot of work goes into choosing my blog for each day. Generally, throughout the day, many many prospective blog topics pass through my brain. Some days, I'm inspired by a new accomplishment of mine, sometimes I'm just plain pissed off, and sometimes its just something stupid, some useless moment in my day. Its easy to pass through life and only remember the important things, like what made you mad, or what made you happy, or whatever, but there are a lot of moments between those memorable moments, and if you're not remembering them, then who is? All things being considered, life is pretty short, and its made up of more fleeting moments than moments that stick with you forever. In the end, I usually pick the funniest, most non-offensive topic that I can to blog about(hey, my parents read this thing).

I used to have a routine that I would do at the beginning of each year. I used to go back in my mind, as far back as I could remember, and remember something from that year of my life, and then progress through all of the years of my life, remembering something from each year of my life. It was supposed to ensure that I would remember my life, even if others weren't paying attention, at least I should...right? I don't do that anymore, but I should. All in all, life is pretty short. My earliest memory is the same now as it ever was. I remember looking up at a piece of driftwood that my parents had decorating our apartment above Nana's store in canonsburg. That's all I remember of the moment, I was very small, obviously, and I'm sure that I had some purpose in looking at the driftwood, but now, only the image remains, as mysterious now as that piece of driftwood must have been all those years ago.

I also remember being with my mother in a creek somewhere. I dunno, all the evidence points to it being swallow falls, but I can't be sure. Its like black and white now, like a memory should be. There are other people there too, another adult woman, who's image is smeared into shadow. I feel like I'm in a basket, floating in the water, but of course I am not. These memories are fading, because I neglected to see their importance at the time.

I see so many people rushing through life, speeding through traffic, down the sidewalk, running from the rain. For some reason, where these people are going is more important than where they are right now. It seems that that is the way with most people. Regardless of where they are, they only think of where they are going.

Its important to know where you're going, only to the extent that you can plan how to get there. After you know your route, its important to remember that the route still needs to be travelled, regardless of how certain the destination is.

If anything, I hope everyone who reads this will take a moment out of their busy lives, and stop, just to remember what they can. What is your earliest memory?

With that being said, I absolutely want to be a french fry.

Later.