Mementos

[Gribble]

Spending the night at my dad's. Should be asleep as we're getting up early to go fishing, but I'm hard-headed. Decided to dig through my old room and see if I couldn't find an elusive pair of Oakley's that'd gone missing. No such luck. However, I did find my black leather jacket. Little dirty and doesn't quite fit, but I'm going to have it cleaned and altered.

More importantly, I found a box tucked in the back of a closet. It contained a number of momentos from the past. A Polaroid camera my grandmother gave me for my fifth birthday. Unfortunately, no photographs. A Bible that same grandmother had given to her mother in 1976 as a mother's day gift according to the note in the front cover. She wrote, "I love you so much. What more can I possibly say?" Practically brings tears to my beady, evil little eyes. Going to give that to my mom. I know it will bring tears to hers.

Also found a couple of love letters written to me in 1999. I had two girlfriends at the time. The letters arrived in the mail just days apart. My dad got them first. I remember when he handed me the second of the two he quirked his brow incredulously and asked if I was some kind of playboy or something. One of girls even writes about how she got into a fight with some other chick over me and how it seems everyone wants me. Wow. If I ever come across as conceited, that would be why.

I miss those days. I was passionate then. I believed in my country and in humanity. I was going to serve in the armed forces and protect the nation that I loved. After my tour of duty I was going to come home, find the perfect girl, and love her with all of my heart. Shit. I was human once.

[vashti]

The fact that you are so sentimental about these items seems to indicate you are, indeed, still human.

[Mish]

I love going through my old stuff and finding all these little gems from the past. These days I have the same impact going through my hard drive which has 10+ years of data saved up (including old photos, videos among other).

[Gigabitch]

God help the woman you ever fall in love with. Talk about an uphill battle.

[hurt_confuzd]

Man up, bitch-tits. You know what memories and emotions are made for? They're a disease made to be proactively suppressed and bottled up inside. Immediate symptoms are: 1) growing a huge, seemingly fake vagina on your forehead; 2) coming onto a "Love Forum" and starting a thread with "love," "tears," "Polaroid," and "1976" all in the same post.

[Gigabitch]

Baaahahahaa. Gribble is going to dick-smack you and leave a mushroom-shaped bruise on your face.