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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor
I've always felt annoyed that my best conversations over the phone weren't recorded for posterity.I adored that the passed notes were captured on paper, and I saved them. Each and every note anyone ever gave me in high school, I saved. Swear to God. If I sat next to someone in a class and we passed notes back and forth, I saved it if it seemed somewhat interesting.
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I felt that way about some conversations, never kept passed notes, and I'm glad they're left in my mind so that they can survive the passage of time and maturity. I still think they were pretty cool. I was fortunate enough to have friends that were into philosophy, the discussion of religion and politics, art, music, travel - at least the travel we dreamed of doing.
Too bad there wasn't a hidden camera set up in the coffee shop we hung out in. I remember being the only group in there. Coffee shops were a relatively new thing in the middle of nowhere in the 90s.
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I thought it would make for good drama - but I couldn't keep the truth out of it, and I sure as hell didn't want to do a tell-all. That's a problem I continue to have when writing longer stories.
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I find that to be true for myself - longer stores becoming semi-autobiographical. I try to veer away, but unless it's very far removed from my own reality, there's always a grain of myself in what I write - even a few short stories. Though I haven't looked back on it in a while, I am certain that there's much in the Inspiration thread(s) that came from my own experiences.
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Originally Posted by BarTopDancer
Burned journals, burned photos. When I was 16 or so we went to the beach, lit bonfires and burned so much stuff we shouldn't have (clothes, mixed tapes, evidence). The Beach patrol loved us. Not.
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I remember a photo burning or two in my time with you. Looking back on it now - even though it wasn't my own stuff, knowing someone else was liberating herself from the past was liberating to me. I'll never forget it.