lily kong

I got initiated into the Tenderloin today. Got mugged. It wasn’t bad, and I got nothing incredibly important taken from me - my friend hilariously stated: “Lillian, you weren’t mugged. You were harassed, and you gave her your stuff.” Although it definitely is one of those “you-have-to-have-been-there” kind of things, it’s true, and I am thankful that nothing worse happened. So, that’s that.  I’ve been hit with a case of major nostalgia. I don’t think I’ve properly exercised my supposedly prominent sentimental side of me in a long time. But this week, against my will, I’ve been graced with a lot of memories from my past - some far removed but others more recent. Although ruminating on my past makes me feel wistful bordering regretful (shoulda, woulda, couldas) sometimes, the reel that my brain chose to replay was the one that contained the good ol days. Dang, life was fun back when.  The socially constructed division of time is interesting. It sets standards of conduct for certain phases of our lives, and I think everyone feels like an impostor at any given point. We fake it, but human nature and behavior doesn’t really change at the core, does it? 

I got initiated into the Tenderloin today. Got mugged. It wasn’t bad, and I got nothing incredibly important taken from me - my friend hilariously stated: “Lillian, you weren’t mugged. You were harassed, and you gave her your stuff.” Although it definitely is one of those “you-have-to-have-been-there” kind of things, it’s true, and I am thankful that nothing worse happened. So, that’s that. 

I’ve been hit with a case of major nostalgia. I don’t think I’ve properly exercised my supposedly prominent sentimental side of me in a long time. But this week, against my will, I’ve been graced with a lot of memories from my past - some far removed but others more recent. Although ruminating on my past makes me feel wistful bordering regretful (shoulda, woulda, couldas) sometimes, the reel that my brain chose to replay was the one that contained the good ol days. Dang, life was fun back when. 

The socially constructed division of time is interesting. It sets standards of conduct for certain phases of our lives, and I think everyone feels like an impostor at any given point. We fake it, but human nature and behavior doesn’t really change at the core, does it? 

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