My ex-girlfriend has a podcast. She talks to the world about things that were old that are now new. Like flared jeans or IPAs. Yesterday's episode talked about how pre-electricity, everyone had a candle snuffer. It saved your breath and you didn't spray wax all over your house by blowing candles out. Now, every millennial has a candle snuffer that they bought (or was bought for them) at a gift store. It's very likely faux gold with a wooden handle. See, it was old. Now it's new.
To be clear, no one who has seen me naked should have a platform. Telling the world about how pale skin was once and now is attractive might bring up memories of my ghostly body, which could snowball into someone else finding out about my ghostly body. Then the whole world will know that I am naked and pale underneath these clothes. So I listen to the podcast each week to make sure that she doesn't cross any lines.
In her very relatable way of using her life to explain things, she's never mentioned me. Not that I want her to. But, maybe a memory of something we did will help her to explain one of the topics. Like travel by train. Not that we ever did…but we talked about it. I just wonder if she'll ever mention me. I wonder if she even remembers me.
Maybe I'm only something old.
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Note: Just like all of these random musings, this story isn't true. I'm playing with a character's inner thoughts. I'm not pale. I'm more yellowish. Like a pastel Bart Simpson.
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