The idea for this blog came up when my virtual housemate (I will save this for another post) Didi and I were reminiscing about our high school days from a decade ago. I kept pulling out little snippets of memories which kept getting met with “Oh my God, how did you remember that! No way, did that really happen?” Now, Didi does have a notorious reputation for having the memory of a goldfish... but this time she gets to be off the hook.
Over the years I've noticed my tendency to befuddle friends whenever I bring up nitty gritty memories from so very long ago:How A’s dad drove over her toes by accident in first grade, or how one of B’s dates ate a meal that gave him fish breath for the rest of the night. I don't know why these random snippets stay vivid in my mind for so long, but I know for sure that I do not have a photographic memory, as I sadly cannot remember important information or numbers to save my life.
I have to admit,in the beginning I wasn’t entirely sure about the purpose of this blog, or to whom it would reach out to. I can’t really connect myself to a specific niche the way some bloggers dedicate themselves to their passion for all things beauty, fashion, crafts, travel or food. All I had in mind was a safe haven that I could therapeutically capture and record my jumble of brain farts and moments through the medium that I found most comfortable and most liberating, which is through writing.
I guess you can say that this blog is an autoethnography of my life as a wallflower, an unspoken insight into the things that inspire, amuse or just seem to attach itself to my memory for no apparent reason. I hope that you will enjoy the read as much as I will enjoy this personal journey!
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