I got a call yesterday on a job I had applied for last week. I had a brief phone interview with a woman who I think was HR, because she said she was going to “resubmit” my resume to the hiring manager, and I may or may not get a call back for an interview. Great news, right?
Here’s the bad news. The office is literally directly across the street from my ex-boyfriend’s house. You could probably see his house from the office.
Why do we attach so much emotion to things like this? Like, where we met someone, or where we had our first kiss, or what we ate on our 49th date? Why do we have places we can’t go to because they remind us of that person?
ABC Restaurant is just a restaurant. I’ve been there a million times. In fact, I’ve been there with at least 5 different guys. So why is it that whenever I go there, I think of Mr. X? I’ve watched XYZ TV show for years, since before Mr. X and I started dating and broke up. So why do I think of him every time I watch it? I’ve tied my shoes by myself since I was 6 years old. Why does tying them now make me think of Mr. X? (These are basic example, people, not necessarily my specific experiences. I don’t actually think of my ex when I tie my shoe, okay?)
And it’s not even that everything makes you think of your most recent ex. I think of my college boyfriend any time I go to the zoo. I think of Colorado Boyfriend every time it snows. I think of one of my high school boyfriends every time I eat fortune cookies. I think of Soccer Guy every time I see his college’s emblem…which is the same college my last ex supported, so why would I attach it to a guy I dated 6 years ago and not to the most recent one?
We attach memories to things, places, foods, smells, songs, thoughts. Then those memories haunt us. Why? Why do this to ourselves, why let these things have that much control over us?
And it’s not just exes! It’s parents, and grandparents, and siblings, and kids, and friends, and jobs. Some memories are good, some are bad. Some make you smile through tears, of either joy or sorrow, and some make you want to rip your heart out so you can just stop thinking about them.
Yeah, a little Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wouldn’t be so bad, on occasion.
What things have memories attached to them in your life? Do the memories make you smile or cringe? What have you done to get past those memories?