History is fake

Wow. I just ran into a very very old friend, who I hadn't seen since high school. He's someone I parted with on a bad note, and one of the first things I did when we found each other again, was apologize. The funny thing was, he had no memory of the incident that I thought had driven us apart, and that had being bugging me for a quarter of a century.

I know that the fussy, detailed social dramas we all play out in our heads are make believe bullshit that draw our attention away from real things; the feel of your feet in your shoes, the flavor of ramen, or the way your shirt smells when it's still clean enough to wear a second time. But I need constant reminders like this or I forget again.