Recently I just realized that I live in the past a lot. The memories I have gathered in my 22 years are 75% bad, 20% un-categorized and 5% on the happy side. I only realized this recently when I have been on a few dates and they ask me about my family and my past relationships. Every time I always answer honestly because I don't see any reason to lie about something like that. I had a shitty upbringing, that is the truth but I always put it across as a part of life so it wouldn't sound like everything was a nightmare. But some good can be seen from all that tragedy can't it? I mean I am a fully functioning member of society now aren't I? I pay my taxes so I consider that a win win.
What I meant by living in the past a lot, is that back then I had a lot of life altering adventures that happened to me when I was younger than my life as it is now. Now, my life is at a snail's pace, nothing exciting so I usually turn to my memories of all my escapades of the past. My many relationship, confrontations, fights, the bullying and the major level of bullshit arguments I had gotten into with my family.
It was all so exciting, so now I'm wondering that if I am going to be this boring for the rest of my life and keep reminiscing like Old Mother Hubbod?
