Stay Where You Belong In My Memories

Okay, let's be honest. Has anyone else ever felt this way? I'm talking about that feeling when someone from your past tries to reappear.

It’s like, "Hey, remember me? From that awkward phase in your life you’ve worked so hard to forget?" No thanks!

The Nostalgia Trap

Nostalgia is a tricky beast. It paints everything in a rosy, often inaccurate, light. Suddenly, bad haircuts and questionable fashion choices seem… charming?

But let's not get carried away! Sometimes, those memories are best left undisturbed. Like a sleeping dragon, guarding a treasure trove of questionable decisions.

I'm not saying everyone from your past is a villain. But some people are specifically designed to thrive in the *past*. They’re like vintage sweaters that looked great then but just don't fit anymore.

Enter: The Unexpected Reunion

Suddenly, a message pops up. "Hey! Long time no see! How have you been?" It’s that person. The one who knows all your embarrassing secrets.

Do you reply? Do you ghost them? These are the questions that plague us. It's like a social media choose-your-own-adventure game, except the stakes are your sanity.

Personally, I’m leaning towards building a virtual moat around my current life. Guarded by trolls who only speak in memes. It sounds extreme, but effective.

The Sacred Space of Memory

My unpopular opinion? Some people belong exclusively in my memories. Behind a velvet rope, in a museum of "Remember When?"

It's not that I wish them ill. It's just... they occupy a very specific space. A space carefully curated to maintain the integrity of the *past*.

Bringing them into the present risks disrupting the delicate ecosystem of my carefully constructed personal narrative. And who wants that?

Protecting Your Peace

Think of your mind as a beautifully organized bookshelf. Each memory is a carefully placed book. Do you really want someone randomly rearranging them?

Probably not. Some memories are better left unread. Some chapters are best closed. And some people? Well, some people are best left in Chapter Two.

It's not about being mean. It's about self-preservation. Think of it as…memory management. Or maybe just good, old-fashioned self-care.

The Verdict: Stay Put!

So, the next time someone from your past tries to stage a comeback, remember this. They already had their moment. Their time to shine (or stumble awkwardly).

There is nothing wrong in prefering to keep the memory only. It is what it is, stay where you belong.

Let them live on in the sepia-toned glory of your past. Where they can't accidentally like your embarrassing Instagram post from 2012. And where you can always mentally edit their dialogue.

Ultimately, it's about protecting your present. And your future. From the potential chaos of revisited history. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some virtual moat-digging to do.

Perhaps we should all do that? And that is all from me.