A high school batchmate of mine began posting a few YouTube videos of some old (80s) cartoons that were popular at the time, and it sort of became a bit of a quest myself to find some of the cartoons I used to watch myself. After finding them and watching a few episodes here and there, I looked upon myself and noted that I wasn't just feeling nostalgia for seeing all these old shows, I felt as if I was reconnecting to a missing part of myself.
I guess it's because of that time I got beaten up, that a part of my memories and consciousness seems very distant to seemingly nonexistent. I have difficulty remembering all but the most immediate of family and friends, and my life as of late has been more of remembering who I used to know, and what we used to do together, as well as trying to reaffirm the bonds that tie us together or forge new ones should those bonds not exist.
What worries me most, however, is the pain I am getting right in the middle of my forehead from time to time, which feels like something's pouring out of my head. I don't know what causes the sensation or what pours out of it or why it happens, but regardless, I'm going to make sure this doesn't get in the way of what I would consider as top priority: the caring and protection and development of my new family.
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