Saturday, March 23, 2013

Who remembers me

This is going to sound really corny, ready?  For a short time I was addicted to the movie "Mama Mia", staring Meryl Streep.  What do I mean by addicted?  I would watch the movie all day long on my days off.  NO kidding, all my waking hours.  I would watch it several times after I got home from work.  The songs would play in my head when I wasn't in front of the DVD player. Hard core stuff.  I knew I had hit rock bottom when I lived for an ABBA song to be played on the Muzak at work.  I know, I shake my head in disbelief too!

Do you know the movie?  It's about an ex-girl band lead singer, Donna, that buys a villa on an island in Greece.  Her 20 year old daughter is getting married, and three ex-lovers show up for the wedding.  Turns out one of the three ex-lovers might be the daughter's dad.  Donna doesn't know which guy is the father, because she had been with them within a couple weeks of each other.  Oh, and the movie is all set to ABBA songs, seriously.

Here is what fascinated me the most.  The fact that three ex-lovers came to see her after 20 years!  Yes, 20 years!  They didn't know anything about the daughter.  Donna hadn't told any of them they might be a father.  What was the draw?  What had happened that made them want to see her again after so long?

Made me wonder.  Who from the past remembers me?  Do I cross the mind of an ex-lover?  Does Denny ever look out a window, let his mind drift back and then smile warmly?  Or, Bill, or George, or anything but Sue?  (Okay that last one was to see if you were paying attention).  Would any of my ex-lovers travel to see me, after all this time?  Who remembers me? 

I don't dwell on the question too long.  I just wonder, now and again.  Sometimes, I remember someone and say, "what an asshole", under my breath.  Other times, I stare out the window, let my mind drift back and smile warmly.


Fram Actual said...

Two thoughts, Boni:

I was immediately "hooked" on the film, "Predator," and watched it six times in a row the first day I had it, and three to four times a day for the next three days after that. The first half of it was like a switch had been flipped; it was like I had been transported into part of my past reality. It seemed I was not watching a motion picture, but had become part of it. I was living it -- or, rather, reliving part of my own past. Enough of that.

I often wonder about people I have known in the past, especially women I have been "attached" to for a while. I sometimes ask friends from the past who I have maintained contact with about others who I knew "back then." But, only once have I actually considered contacting a woman from my past. In the end, I did not contact her. In this respect, I sort of prefer memories of then to the reality of now.

Neat post.

its_me_in_montana said...

Memories of then are best kept memories.

Through FaceBook, I do know the life happenings of three men from my past. Two of them are published authors. I buy and read their books. I like that I can do that. One of them had gone to Hollywood and tried acting. I bought almost all of the movies he had been in, or made. I like that I could do that too. He also sang. I have watched his videos on YouTube. That's good enough for me.

Would I want them back in my life as they were before? No, no, I wouldn't. There is a reason they are in the past.

Thanks for the conversation Fram. You are a good one to make a person think, even if you might not mean to.

Fram Actual said...

I see you come to visit my blog from time to time, Boni.

Thank you.

I like your presence there, and I remember your posts from after you first arrived in Montana. I hope life is much better for you now. I have not forgotten you.

its_me_in_montana said...

Thank you Fram for the kind words. I do visit your blog, weekly. Sometimes I visit a few minutes, or hours after you post. I was just there this morning.

I have found re-located Montanans to be a different kind of people. I very often tell people that I met nicer strangers on the streets of Chicago. I do surround myself with good, kind souls. That makes life good.

When I visited your blog this morning, I was thinking how my blog started out as a kind of therapy. I don't seem to need to write so much anymore. Not that I don't have a lot of things I could write about, I do. There have been lots of WTH moments, some funny some perplexing.

Thank you for remembering me. Have a Merry Christmas. I will be celebrating with friends, at a cabin in the mountains. I call it "paradise", very close to Heaven on Earth.

MontanaScarecrow said...


Just getting back into this stuff and was wondering if your still around in Montana.