Midnight Pub

The joy of rediscovery or fear of eluding memories

~stravagant

I am rooted in a deep nostalgia for myself, I stumble upon bits and pieces of my past and am met with mixed feelings.

Why do I struggle so much to retain memories that feel like they should be integral to my personality?

As long as I can remember having to put myself into words has always proven to be challenging, most often stressful.

Off the top of my head I cannot seem to make sense of who I am.

How are other people seemingly able to conjure a list of their favourite anything effortlessly? Are my memories failing me or do I just not work that way?