Windsong

I can’t seem to forget you…
Your Windsong stays on my mind.

Remember that commercial for the Prince Matchabelli perfume from 1980? I thought about it tonight when I unexpectedly ran across someone online from years ago and remembered him, but he had no memory of me at all. It was so vivid for me too, that connection we had during a time that was intense and painful for both of us, about a decade ago, and yet… it clearly meant nothing to him. Nothing at all. He apologized for failing to remember me, but it’s happened before, many times.

When I messaged this man, I was so… buoyant. I think that’s a good word for the emotion I felt earlier today. I had to shop at Target, and the whole time I was a bit floaty, thinking to myself how wonderful it would be to chat with someone who knew me from the time before… before the divorce, before my mother was gone. Why this is important to me, I don’t know. But it is. And so for a couple hours I felt light and happy, certain that my life would take a new direction as the man and I renewed our friendship.

I came home, put my stuff away, fed my kitty, fed the feral kitties (all three were around tonight!), got a snack, logged back on, and after a little while a message arrived. The man did not remember me. Oh well. Then that old commercial jingle popped into my head and I wondered if it would be possible to find it on YouTube. Of course… first hit.

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7 responses to “Windsong

  1. First of all, OMG I’m glad we all made it through the Eighties. Anyway, what is it?? I once started saving quarters that I found in my pocket that were minted any time before 1980 when I began working for the phone company — precisely because they were “before” that pivotal date. I guess I was merely trying to open the “crazy valve” just a little so no one would notice. But it made me feel connected to my past, and, yeah, it was kind of an elation.
    Point is, I got over it, eventually. I keep finding out forward is better. I will note that you win, by the way. You have this great memory, and that guy, apparently, does not.

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  2. I’m sorry, Paula, that, “He apologized for failing to remember me, but it’s happened before, many times”, has happened many times. It’s not possible for me to understand how that must feel or why that happened. This is especially so because I know you and have what I perceive to be a decent idea of who you are. “Oh well” is not your real nor honest response. Knowing you – even just a bit – I know this.
    I’m sorry, Paula.

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  3. It’s a bummer when you remember someone and they don’t remember you . You failed to leave an impression, good or bad, which always leave you feeling invisible. Not to worry; you have left quite an impression on some of us!
    Also…I remember that commercial so well!

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  4. Having recently been on the other end…sort of…this made me smile in recognition. I had a cousin I grew up with and am “friends” with on Facebook come steamrolling me about something I did 40 plus years ago when we were ten. It apparently left a huge impact on her, and I have no memory of the event. Funny what sticks and what doesn’t in our faulty memories.

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