Forgetfulness; Amnesia; Impaired memory; Loss of memory

Memory loss: (amnesia) is unusual forgetfulness that can be caused by brain damage due to disease or injury, or it can be caused by severe emotional trauma

Alternative Names: Forgetfulness; Amnesia; Impaired memory; Loss of memory
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Picture it, My Car, earlier this morning, and by earlier I mean about one hour ago. I was driving to work, listening to some talk radio, sippin' on my coffee. My forty, or sometimes fifty-minute commute to work is usually my most creative period of my day. Sometimes I daydream, other times I problem solve (i.e. day dream) Today, I had this fantastic theory. It made sense in all the different lifestyles that we see everyday, far across this land. I had this sense of urgency to write it down, because I was sure this thought, these feelings I was having were sure to make a difference in at least one person's life, even if it was my own. Groundbreaking, a lot like the HBO original programming, only more realistic.

Four and one half minutes passed, and that thought. The amazing theory I had realized and made my own. My life altering idea, gone in the blink of......well it was gone quickly.

Nearly one hour later, and here I sit. Typing about this amazing idea, this groundbreaking thought. No more than sixty minutes, and I basically have no idea what I am even talking about.

I find that as each day passes, two hours, then three, four, five, six and so on hours from my forty or sometimes fifty-minute commute. I sit here, and slowly forget every act, face, thought or idea that I pass that day, until finally I fall asleep atnight to only start the process all over again the next day.

Life is amazing. I sit here, really we all sit here or there, never really sure. Actually very far from sure from how I understand it. Completely unaware of what will happen next.

xo

National Coming Out Day

It has been 5 years this past August since I decided to live my life as who I am, rather than who I thought everyone else would accept. It is an amazing feeling, living these past years as me, and it has been even more amazing growing into this, learning more about me, rather that fighting it off, and being ashamed.
I smile today and everyday, because I am able to live my life, and have the people around me love and support my decision to.
xo~bfree

~National Coming Out Day is held on October 11th every year to commemorate the first March on Washington by LBGT people. The March took place in October of 1987 and highlighted the lesbigay struggle for acceptance. The first National Coming Out Day was held on October 11, 1988.
The purpose of National Coming Out Day is to promote honesty and openness about being lesbian, gay or bisexual. LAMBDA celebrates this day with activities and resources designed to support coming out. LAMBDA also conducts ongoing projects to help enable our queer brothers and sisters to take their next steps out of the closet.~

Gifts from strangers...

It’s just terrible, utterly awful. Horrific, the best way to descried this. Terrifyingly simple, it looks like a train wreck, it feels like one too.

A line recently read, “For Serious, the Mommy told him, “Art never comes from happiness.”

Perhaps…dreadful, and darkness is easier to express. These feelings can be seen in orange, yellow, pink or white. They are most commonly noticed as deep red, blue, brown and black.

I believe there is a cobweb inside my head. It is growing, living. Thicker, and thicker yet. These webs become dense and uncontrollable.

Relaxed, head rested comfortably, legs stretched out. Short breaths, followed by long, the body relaxed and tension released. Shadows or spirits moving slow, then fast. Forcing thoughts with no interpretation. All these thoughts, all of this, basically unimportant.

Imagine forcing people to love you, or to simply make yourself noticed among others. Forcing, begging, pleading to simply be noticed, and to feel that inside. It is incredibly disheartening to realize that our children, and the children we once were. All grow into adults that will destroy the pureness of the next generation. It is terribly close-minded of me to say this without mentioning all the positive and bright individuals that will have the opposite affect. These people exist as well, more so to control the negativity, and to pick up the pieces.
Life is a beautiful gift. Sincerely, although there are times I struggle with understanding the directions to mine.