Strange past places you revisit in your mind.

It's not pathetic, OP. It's a cute story. You have to get your joy where you can in this life, I think.

What do you learn in high school calculus. Just limits? Or does it go through differential and then integral calculus?

As a brownie, marching around the playground (idiotic I know) . Such a feeling of happy innocence.....then doing the art project.... gluing sequins on sweetheart soaps....doing "cooking" at some mom's house..... we each got to make a couple of cuts with a butter knife on the pillsbury chocolate chip cookie loaf.......fast forward a couple of years and JFK was shot. I have this memory of being in a reading group at the time and this guy Sheldon had his hand down his pants.

Dirty Jonathan, is this you?

The last night in my townhouse outside Boston. I'd packed some shelves and boxes, but the movers did the majority and loaded it on the truck the next day. I stood where my dining room adjoined the living room and looked around, memorizing the details. I go there when I need a moment of calm and comfort. I miss that house terribly.

The windmills of my mind.

I stayed at a friend's home after college for a year. I dream about her and that home often. She was a nice grandmotherly sort of woman and a great cook. I did not realize how happy I was til years later.

Hey OP, look up the person you had a crush on and see what's going on in his or her life. That does not necessarily mean direct contact at first, but a Facebook contact or class reunion could help settle your thoughts. Chances are very low that it will be an opening to a meaningful relationship, but give yourself the experience of some closure with the wondering 'what if's'. Be prepared, he ain't the cute 17 year old anymore.

My real life is so sad and pathetic right now that I live mostly inside my own imagination.

I have recurring dreams about being back in college and living on my old fraternity hall in the dorm. Nobody recognizes me.

The locations where I buried my exes.

Me too R10.

Most of the places I go back to involve my first job out of HS. I was making good money, I was independent, I had self-confidence, I had hopes and dreams.

I go back to lots of places in my past, usually in my dreams. Recurring: flying around the ad agency I worked at in Seattle; flying around the Union Square subway stop (my express stop). Recently, the school I used to go to an AA meeting in back in the '80s. That's all I can think of today.

[quote]I stayed at a friend's home after college for a year. I dream about her and that home often. She was a nice grandmotherly sort of woman and a great cook. I did not realize how happy I was til years later.

Can you still tell her that, or not?

OP, Gurl, you need to get out and climb on top of another dick!

The video store I frequented until I left for college. Lots of happy memories there and where I first began my love affair with film.

My grandparents' house and the school that was down the street that had an awesome playground my brother and I would run off to whenever we were staying with them. They had the most beautiful, huge trees I'd ever seen in my life. I've driven past it in the past decade and most of the school looks the same, but the playground has been totally remodeled and the trees have been cut down. Cut down for no reason. It's not like there's anything in their place like an extra wing of the school or another swing set or something. It's just blank. I'm not opposed to change, but stupid changes like that always bother me.

I revisit my elementary school days a lot as well. I was so happy there. I even had to stop by there a few years ago to pick up something from a friend who works there and, as I opened the doors, I had to stop myself from crying. I hadn't been in there for over 30 years and, while so much had changed, the smell was still there. It was almost like the smell of old library books. The smell overwhelmed me and triggered such an emotional response that I was taken aback. I had to resist the urge to ask if I could have a look around since that would be super creepy.

Due to this quarantine thing, I've been desperate to channel a little happiness, so I typed in the address of my former college on Google Maps and took a tour of the entire town via satellite. Thankfully, not that much has changed and that made me really happy.

College years, cruising the gym, oral sex in the steam room.

r15 fuck you, bump bitch