Decided that the house was too quiet and claustrophobic for me to get any studying done so I landed in Guthrie House's Coffee Bean for the nth time this year. Having been there so often, with so many different people, sitting at a particular spot will inevitably bring back random memories which pop up during the blankness when my mind refuses to retain anymore information on the various definitions of gender, the various forms of patriarchy, the wage differentials between sexes etc.
Memories of the last study buddy, the last person I went there with who wasn't a study buddy; I remembered the kid who spilt a drink and cried, remembered the CD of boyband pop songs on endless replay (and is still on endless replay). I wouldn't call this nostalgia, more like doing a virus scan on my brain's hard drive. Weeding out the things best forgotten, and in doing so inevitably recalling what I thought I already forgot.
I think once again, my brain is taking pains to surprise/irritate/confound me. No wonder they say you are your own enemy.
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