Memories fade...

...and thank goodness some do...Linda's comment brought back a flood of memories.with me it's music... a tune will play, and I'll think... Texas... or Keesler... or high school.I always used to link music to times and places. Indeed up until about eight years ago I always used to play some tracks over and over again. Make up complilation tapes with all my favourites on.The only downside I found to this (and I'm not saying that it is the same for everyone - I think I just over-indulged) is that when I now hear a track relating to that time I can't listen to it.A perfect example of this reared its ugly head a few days back. I received an invitation to a friend's wedding. Now this is where it starts to sound cliched and I guess in a way it is.When I was about 21 I fell for this guy. He was a mate first and then, as it all too often the case, he started putting out a whole host of mixed signals and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. I've put it all behind me, moved on a long, long time ago but what bugged me at the time was when we had the inevitable 'talk' he made me feel like a stupid teenager and never accepted any blame for his part in it. Never was there any indication that he (being six years older) should have been clearer about things, should have taken responsibilty for the mis-understanding, should not have led me on, let me think there was more to the friendship. After all it all went on for well over a year.Anyway...long and irrelevant story short....and this is where the cliche *really* kicks in...he upped and offed to Africa to be a missionary (no I am *not* kidding you - he really did.) Now he's back and getting married. As far as he's concerned we are still friends...the lack of emails on my part for the past four years doesn't seem to have gotten the hint through to him.The point of all this I guess is to say that to this day I will walk out of a room if 'Drive' by The Cars or 'Africa' by Toto comes on the radio/TV.Weird and partly my own fault for making those damn tapes.The flip side is of course whenever I hear 'One More Time' by Daft Punk or the Liberty X track or 'Vogue' I get a nice warm fuzzy feeling deep inside ;)but I do avoid over playing tracks now.and yes, that little tale I have just recounted - and I don't tell that one often - is one of my bottles. Pushed right to the back. Over and done with and now safety out of the way.There you are...no fic, no stories tonight, just a little bit of soul bearing.