There Are Faces I Remember.

I sit down everyday and think I'll write a little, but there are always reasons not to. It's like a tug-of-war between having mellowed down and having become dull, but as far as I know they're the same thing. Maybe it's because I'm a more rested, happy person nowadays, with things going pretty much the way I want them to, but there is no drive left within me to blog with a vengeance. It's only a matter of time before I change from fauna to flora and morph into a vegetable of the lower rank, really. I don't feel the need to rant, I don't want to be funny, I can't say witty things nowadays and I seem to be scaring most of my readers away.

I could say I'm too young to have this happen to me, but maybe that's part of plan. It's all part of the plan. I think I shall go back to using the blog for what it was initially intended, as a place for me to ramble in.

There is a lawn in the monstrosity that passes for my complex, and it makes life worth living sometimes. Nowadays when I walk around in it I can smell raat ki rani, which is the headiest, most intoxicating smell in the world. Sandalwood comes a close second, and maybe lilies-of-the-valley after that. I've always thought I'd like to own a house with every room smelling of a different thing, so that if I walked from room to room smelling sandalwood and raat ki rani and lilies-of-the-valley I'd traverse entire landscapes, from forests to mountains to meadows, all in a few footsteps. It's odd how one thing always reminds you of another. A smell is linked to a person maybe, or perhaps a place, or even a moment - our minds are but composite little jigsaws held together with minute little safety pins. The most accurate description of this is in some Agatha Christie book I have forgotten, it's a Miss Marple mystery, where she talks about how one person will always remind you of another, because in the end human behaviour is very much alike.

The method of forming connections in one person's head is so often similar to another person's that it's no wonder we all find friends. I mean, someone else has to have the same wavelength as you regarding some matter. That is how you abandon your cocoon of isolation and start talking. It's absurd to think of diversity when I'm thinking on these lines; if everyone's all that different from everyone else, how come we cannot remember things we are supposed to, especially when it comes to uniqueness?

Which brings me to the real reason behind this post, and what I've been thinking about all along while writing this. I have friend requests from people on Facebook whom I cannot seem to recall having met. At all. I know I'm scatterbrained, but this is too much. I thought I was good with faces, and yet there are all these people I'm assuming I had a functional conversation with (because they want to add me, which would mean they want to know me), but I have no idea who they are. I have been reading the Wikipedia article on dissociative fugue, in case it throws up a few answers. Go ahead, laugh. And then, if you're kind enough, do me a favour and pull that trigger.