a maze of reminiscents
Jul. 23rd, 2014 03:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanBack when I was reading FB a friend posted the question, "Am I the only one who can have a good mood ruined when hearing a particular name, even years later?"
My response at the time was, "Not _ruined_ per se. But it does give me a wave of, 'What, people are still being taken in by your bullshit?'"
Now, I can genuinely say I don't give a shit. But still, whenever I see one of those lists that warns people of things that constitute emotional abuse I always scan them to see if gas-lighting is mentioned and comment when I can. 'Cause, man. The concussions were easier to deal with than that shit.
(I have no idea why this is on my mind today.)
My response at the time was, "Not _ruined_ per se. But it does give me a wave of, 'What, people are still being taken in by your bullshit?'"
Now, I can genuinely say I don't give a shit. But still, whenever I see one of those lists that warns people of things that constitute emotional abuse I always scan them to see if gas-lighting is mentioned and comment when I can. 'Cause, man. The concussions were easier to deal with than that shit.
(I have no idea why this is on my mind today.)
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Date: 2014-07-24 03:00 pm (UTC)The past is the present, sometimes, in the deep-brain.
I am not going to pretend that my experience involves concussions or whatever, but every so often I will see a person in the street, or hear a name, or.... and I am in panic mode.
But that's me, for my thing.
The past is always close behind.