Cold Storage

I have noticed some strange undergoing these days. There are faces that whenever I see them they remind me of you. In “Criminal Minds” there was a theory presented that the faces we pick, do not always resemble. Sometimes there is a graphical diagram set in our minds that makes us pick these faces. In my case, mostly the women I tend for, do resemble… or should I say… remind me of you. I don’t know why I am stuck with your face. A friend of mine told me that I could have done better. She meant; I could have picked beautiful than you. I couldn’t agree more to what she had said.

Also, there are people (women/girls) that don’t resemble you but (according to Criminal Minds) I have this graphic structure set up in my mind that makes me want to like them and some times I fancy them with me. Another friend of mine, once said that a memory’s power is realized when we are unable to forget the bad incidents. If you ask me; I don’t mind at all liking these faces. What trouble me, are the memories that I am stuck with. I am not talking about the good ones. I am being specific about the ones that lead us to the breakup. I used to ask my self what was the reason of it… the breakup (as you were unable to alibi me). But I couldn’t get any.

Memories are bitter and sometimes… ruthless. They just keep on coming, until they drive you nuts. You know what…? They did almost drive me crazy. But not those, related to you. They were the ones from my past. They were with me way back, before I met you. Still it’s kind of confusing, which ones are ruthless? When it comes to bitter memories… I have a whole archive all balanced in my mind. I don’t have to call them. They just come in, uninvited. Just like an unwanted guest. Let’s say… like an old lady that keeps on debasing you and making you do things that you aren’t willing to. So… you care for the ethics and try to be sober in front of them. Just like the way, you would stay in front of the old lady. You just let them carry on with their work and let them spoil your day. Well, I don’t. I say to them… “Bug off!!! This isn’t your place to be. Scram! Beat it! Take the Highway! Hit the road! And never come back to me.” Do they listen? Nope! But I carry on with my struggle to avoid them.

There is one thing for sure. The girls that I like, sure are hotter than you.