Knowing Me Knowing You

Does it seem that we’re in a cycle again? The one where everything old is new again? It feels like that right now. It’s happening in fashion, in design (in all its guises). I get that way with memories from time to time. It’s an odd sensation when that happens because there’s that odd-about sense that you know a particular memory for the familiar sense that it gives you.

I rather like it when they [memories] surprise me and get about incognito. We can be like strangers passing on the street and yet when you accidentally bump into each other the recognition while momentarily impossible to detect is, at some level, deep in your being. You know you know this memory even if it isn’t so immediately apparent.

It’s interesting that trying-to-figure-it-out process that we put ourselves through in the short walk away. It’s disturbingly annoying to say the least! I hate that wracking my brain feeling trying to think where I’ve seen this memory or that memory’s face before. It’s like a bad case of hives, it itches and you so want to scratch it!

But I resist the urge, and so should you, sometimes it’s enough to think you know the face of a memory and simply move on. It’s what I call the Calamine Lotion effect, an act like that will soothe the itch long enough help you understand that life is indeed a cycle and the next time you see that memory on the street, well knowing in particular may not be quite so important as acknowledging. And for the record, I think acknowledging a memory creates less of an itch and that’s got to be good for you!