Overload

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: No Mas....

In which our hero hits his limit.

[Sunday, October 5th(?)]

"Seems that my head feels very full right now. Lots of stuff sloshing around."

The ongoing online dissection of these events bear witness to that fact. What it does not explain is why I developed such a fondness for the words 'seem' and 'seems' in that time span. Or why I feel kinda sad that none of this really panned out. I put little or no effort into maintaining any connections, and I was too naive to be able to see what was really going on. I'm now looking at my teenage fantasy world with slightly more adult eyes, and it's damn sure disappointing. It was probably pretty disappointing then, too, but I was way too lazy to change it. So now I get what I always got, and I don't like it any more now than I did then. Go figure. Inertia is a very powerful force that takes a lot to overcome. I know that. I'm just lazy.

Chameleon

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR: Do I Know You?

In which our hero just doesn't look right.

[Sunday, October 5th(?)]

"It's good to know that my efforts (1) to reinvent myself have worked. To basically be unrecognizable at both (2) reunions is an interesting accomplishment (3). To be recognized in one case for my eyes (4) and in one case for my lips (5) was interesting."

(1) If you consider aging an 'effort'.

(2) The 10 and 20 year, that is.

(3) Again, not so much an accomplishment as a result of aging.

(4) Always behind the lenses of glasses in high school.

(5) That could be really good, or really bad. I have no idea which it is.

Amnesia

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: Huh?

In which our hero has plenty of senior moments.

[Sunday, October 5th (?)]

"The novelty of having my memory proved wrong time and time again wore off fairly quickly."

** I think I have made this point abundantly clear. It's just that if I repeat it, perhaps I'll remember it next time. Probably not, thanks to the ol' Teflon brain. I will most likely just charge right on into the next event with a head full of misinformation thinking that I have something in common with a bunch of people that I don't. Even now I don't have a large social circle. OK, it would be better said that I don't have a social circle. That part hasn't changed. I guess I just wanted to have the stereotypical class reunion. But, since my high school years weren't really all that typical, that just wasn't going to happen.