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littleoc
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I'm just trying to say that I really appreciate your presence here and I'm sorry I didn't make that obvious earlier. Y'all are great
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Unfortunately I have an oddly powerful memory. My first memory was when I was 9 months old. My memory has been pretty good since then. I like to think that if I could forget the traumas, and only remember the good memories, then I would be as normal as I always wanted to be. Turns out that's the opposite of true. We are shaped so much by our experiences that we just can't exist outside of them -- even if we do lose our memories. That's even down to the time period we are in now, because none of us around today know what it's like to be a pre-historic man, exactly, nor a baby dolphin crafting his name.
But dumping memories seems like a good alternative to losing the memories. I enjoy telling people some bits, while others I can't deal with in normal day-to-day life. They need to go somewhere that doesn't belong to me.
What I mean to say is that you know you have to help, but you can’t. If you do, either you get shot, stabbed, thrown down stairs, or else he gets even crazier and just kills your mom right in front of you while your eyes are open.The point of the dream is the helplessness. It’s hard to make sense of being that helpless while your dad tries to murder your mom, and you can hear your mom screaming for us to stay hidden WHILE she’s also screaming for help.