Be a spirit, not a ghost.
May. 21st, 2002 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewingedOddly enough, the title is a quote from that movie Bulworth a few years back. Not Warren Beatty's best, but it was an interesting movie nonetheless. That was a common line in the movie, which packed a lot of meaning at the end.
They say the sense of smell is the most powerful when it comes to triggering memories. And it happened today at work. Something I smelled reminded me of one of the cafeterias back at TSC (Trenton state College, I refuse to call it the College of New Jersey under any circumstances. Ok, maybe a resume, someday, but still...)
Where were we? Okay, so I started getting memories of college. Some of the times I had (Which weren't nearly as cool as everyone else's. Trust me on this.). But, a lot of those were good times, and it got me thinking, again. See, I realized something today.
No one currently there knows me. Everyone I knew there, while I was going there and after I left, no longer go to the school. Maybe a teacher or two, but after so long and so many students...hell, I think the comm track I was in as a major is no longer a program there. I've been out of there for five years. All those days, the nights, and the times between, and now it's like I never even existed there.
I'm a ghost, in that sense. A spirit whose memory still haunts places but is all but forgotten. I am a memory that no longer even exists. I left nothing there that I can think of (But, if one certain college friend who reads this is doing so now, feel free to tell me if I'm wrong. TSCE was my last gift to the place, all in all.) Am I a ghost, if I'm not even remembered? Would I exist at all?
And why does it matter to me, five years later?
They say the sense of smell is the most powerful when it comes to triggering memories. And it happened today at work. Something I smelled reminded me of one of the cafeterias back at TSC (Trenton state College, I refuse to call it the College of New Jersey under any circumstances. Ok, maybe a resume, someday, but still...)
Where were we? Okay, so I started getting memories of college. Some of the times I had (Which weren't nearly as cool as everyone else's. Trust me on this.). But, a lot of those were good times, and it got me thinking, again. See, I realized something today.
No one currently there knows me. Everyone I knew there, while I was going there and after I left, no longer go to the school. Maybe a teacher or two, but after so long and so many students...hell, I think the comm track I was in as a major is no longer a program there. I've been out of there for five years. All those days, the nights, and the times between, and now it's like I never even existed there.
I'm a ghost, in that sense. A spirit whose memory still haunts places but is all but forgotten. I am a memory that no longer even exists. I left nothing there that I can think of (But, if one certain college friend who reads this is doing so now, feel free to tell me if I'm wrong. TSCE was my last gift to the place, all in all.) Am I a ghost, if I'm not even remembered? Would I exist at all?
And why does it matter to me, five years later?
TSCE
I wonder if I'm the friend you're taking about? As far as I know, TSCE still exists. That's a good legacy to have left behind.
Re: TSCE
Date: 2002-05-23 08:40 am (UTC)Sigh.
Cathy