Retrospection is a very sneaky thing. It magnifies emotions you felt at a certain time, and leads you on to believe that what was merely just thoughtless, giddy behavior on your part was actually much more than that.
In a nutshell, it makes you feel and think about things that you shouldn’t even be feeling and thinking about.
Sometimes, for example, I reminisce about a boy in a bookstore. We talk for hours, sitting across from each other on individual leather couches, and I come to notice other details about him that I seem to have missed that time. Who knows if there’s even an ounce of truth behind those “missed details”, because now I’ve come to reminisce about the boy in the context of the things that I’ve found about him AFTER that moment in the bookstore.
The thing is I know I might just be romanticizing things–and I REALLY REALLY AM, REALLY–but I figure what’s the harm in that? I know I’ll probably want to retract that statement later should all this retrospection get too out of hand, BUT for now I’m quite happy in this little bubble I’ve created for myself and my bookstore memories.
Mina
