Day 3: One of those days...

You know those days where the world is just going to be perfect? I'm having one of those...
I don't really want to go too too much into detail, but let's just say an amazing piece of cake, Adventures of Tintin and a special person was involved. :)

But, I have been thinking... about memories. How is it that a person can affect me and my life so much without having the slightest clue that he/she has had that effect on me? It's quite possible that being the sensitive person that I am, I am prone to collecting negative emotions and starving myself of the positive ones. I must admit, each time I think of that one particular moment in my life, I do have feelings of regret. And, fuck, imagination is a bitch. It kills the spirit inside. The weird thing is, I thought that, by now I would be over it. All of it. No residual feelings, nothing of that sort. But, I can still picture it. Knowing it... the knowledge, the partial knowledge, that's what feeds the images of the imagination. Or maybe, it's too much knowledge of the right kind.
I know it's me being crazy, and I know I shouldn't think about it... but, have you ever wondered what would happen if someone else took your place in your parents' lives. Would they be treated any differently? Would you wish to have them back as your parents? What about your friends? What if you stopped being a person's best friend and someone else took your place? Suddenly the knowledge that perhaps, maybe, just maybe, they were doing the things that you used to do and feeling the things that you would feel if you were still their special person. The knowledge of what could be... that's what hurts. The knowledge that you could have been in that position, being that special person to make them feel what they do.

Well, as you can tell by now, today's been an emotional work out, more than an actual one. I shall be resuming cardio and weight training tomorrow.

À demain!