Everyone is haunted by their past to some degree. No one emerges from childhood and adolescence unscathed. Although, perhaps there is a small minority who does. My college roommate claimed to have had a fairy tale childhood and fairly untraumatizing teen life. Since she was one of the most even-keeled people I had ever met, and incredibly non-neurotic (except for thinking that her upper arms were too fat), I’d say she wasn’t making it up. But then there’s the rest of us.

I’m wondering how one exorcising ghosts from one’s mind. I can look at them, shine a bright light on them, examine them from all angles, but the just don’t go away. I suppose there’s just no good way to eliminate bad memories — just look at what happened in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (I know, I know, it’s fiction.) Why is that? Why does the cruelties of thirty years ago still bother me?

Suddenly, an old commercial comes to mind, even more annoying than my pesky psychological ruminating. Hmm, truly horrible to watch. Although it does explain *some* of my trauma from the past.


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