Please show me the delete button?

Does my brain have one of these?

At many times–especially when I’ve got my whole foot in my mouth–I’ve wished for a rewind button for life. When Liam and I are having a great time, sometimes I wish I could press “pause” and hold onto the moment forever. But should we ever wish for an erase function? Oh wait… there was a whole movie about that. One of my favorites, by the way: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. If you haven’t seen it, you should.

For the most part, there’s nothing I’d want to “erase” from my past. Even painful times have been part of the journey. But there are random bits of trash clogging up my brain. Like this horribly gruesome movie I accidentally watched with Arnie, several images from which I still can’t get out of my head, including a fetus in a bag. (Squeamish folks, steer clear of the film Horsemen.) I’m also pretty sure I could do without knowing that there is a black market for breast milk. (Who’s buying? Hint: It’s not people feeding babies… Think creepy fetishists…) There are some things you just shouldn’t look up online.

I guess I’m stuck with this stuff. Probably it’s no more likely that I’ll get a delete button than that I’ll find an external hard drive for my brain on Darn.


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