Today is 12.12.12. A repetitive date that won’t happen again for another hundred years.
Well, that is, unless the world ends on the 21st, in 9 days. In that case, we’ve seen our last repetitive anything. 🙂 But I’m not going there, because my daughter is scheduled to travel to NYC that evening, and while I don’t believe the Mayans, I do believe in crackpots wanting to use our fear against us and do crazy things.
But I digress… 🙂
I really wanted to talk about my craziness of remembering dates. Dates I don’t really care to remember! Not the important ones! Oddball times of my life stick with me, and raise up and wave every year. It’s the goofiest thing. I can’t remember people’s birthdays to save my life… but I can remember the day I started dating a major guy in high school…Sep 18th…when I broke up with him…Oct 16th. I remember a very crucial kick-me-in-the-gut party one year on Aug 8th, when I met my ex on Dec 7th, and something I will not name on July 24th. 🙂
Probably because when I was younger I tracked everything. Everything was important, and vital, drama-filled, and life-altering, so of course I transferred data from journal to calendar to calendar for years. In my older years, I’m doing good to remember what is important from week to week. I have a list on my fridge of all my family and extended family’s birthdays and anniversaries. And then I forget to look at it and miss them. *head slap*
My anniversary is July 15th. I make sure I know that one. 🙂
Posted on December 12, 2012, in Blog Posts and tagged before and ever since, dates, just one day, mayan, romance, sharla lovelace, the reason is you, women's fiction. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.