When Claritin Fails

I was kept up till 4:30 in the morning by my allergies last night, this morning, whichever.

The first few hours weren’t too bad. I was up reading anyway. I’m in the middle of The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedman. It’s not a page turner in the usual sense but it is fascinating.

By 3 a.m., I had used three different types of nasal sprays. I wandered down to the kitchen and heated some soup. Then I returned to my room with both the humidifier and air purifier turned on high.

By 4 a.m., I no longer had the focus to read about the identification of the feminine in the 1950s, so I delved into my old journals. A piece of loose-leaf fell out of one of them; it was covered in my handwriting.

“This music is making me feel a very strong love for you.”
“Just this music?”
“This music and whatever hormones that are produced in me.”
“Why does it have to be anything? Why not just because I’m good to you and I feel the love for you?”

“a costume of indifference” — when he’s got a grasp on his words, they’re impeccable

Maybe he would’ve done this more eloquently, maybe he would’ve used more literary devices, but it probably also would’ve been longer, much longer. 

And I thought about you everyday. A day hasn’t gone by when you didn’t find your way into my mind. That’s the work of nostalgia. 

I like to think it was nonfiction but it could just as easily be a story I was working on. There were no names or dates. I was so succinct with my words back then. Now everything is described in detail, entire conversations are documented. I used to write to strength my hold on the past, now I write so I can forget. It is a terrible burden trying to carry the weight of all my memories.

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4 thoughts on “When Claritin Fails

    • I guess it depends on how much you want to remember. Yesterday I was writing about spending time at grandma’s as a kid and there were these specific details that suddenly came to me, details that I hadn’t recalled in decades. It was amazing and brought such joy to my heart. I just start writing and let the words take me places and almost always end up writing more than I had intended.

      What do you think?

      • I tend to write more when remembering something is cathartic. Then, I have to get it all out.

        For a good memory, I need only a few words to trigger it, and then I just stop and think about it. It’s as if writing everything down would make me forget something I want to remember (like writing becomes the memory, itself), or keep me from remembering what I want to forget.

        If that makes sense.

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