Slightly more alert and awake nowadays. More aware of happenings, but brain reaches saturation point quickly, and couples with it slight throbbing near the temples, pob pob, pob pob. At least there is some activity going on up there, in light of the symptoms.
Long chat with another twin this afternoon, after lunch during break. Memories, nice, repugnant, funny, sad, traumatising, were teased out from ago, and refreshed since the last time they were spoken of. What are considered memories are in fact distortions or, if one likes, modifications of actualities in the past, according to one's perceptions and also feelings at the time of narration or recall. There is the cruel primary four teacher, the incident of being singled out in class for intense vocal exercise, the fun and sun in secondary, the slacking in JC. In turn, she let me in on the ostracism in her JC class, her childhood personality, her views on plastic surgery. Is there an improvement then in our relationship? Don't feel any closer to her than before; in any case, what was shared are probably well-rehearsed during the times received by the many ears, and over the years, no longer hurt or tickle. Time heals all wounds, and smothers all humour.
Got hold of a book whose theme is "fat can be beautiful". Gonna read it.
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