The Vermillion Effect

I have a problem. It's called attachment. I get easily attached to people, places, and things.
  As far as the 'things' go, my attachment fairly temporary. It's kinda like a fad. I'll go after something (fairly) new, and I'll use it non-stop. So far it has happened with new movies, Ipod, X-Box, Facebook, computer, and other things.

Attachment to places is bad too. I got attached to my churches up in the Twin Cities, to my pharmacies north of the Cities, and now to USD. I think it's the people in these places though that makes them attachable.

People attachments are the worst. It takes me forever to get over those--and by forever, I mean it doesn't happen.  I would give a lot to be able to forget about some people in my past. This type of attachment haunts me in my dreams and in real life. I still have a hard time going home to the Twin Cities, and running into people that made my life a living hell when I was there. Really, that only includes people from my senior year of high school and Holy Childhood people. It's not just the people that I despise because of what happened either-- when I see people that were involved in any way to those two horrible events in my life, memories come pouring back in, and I feel depressed. Depressed--this from the happy-go-lucky girl. 
Even when I went up to Jake's wedding last weekend, there was still a sense of sadness because of the past. At the reception, I happened to sit with three families from HC, each of whom played a role in the whole HC crisis. We mentioned HC a few times, but none of us were eager to talk about it. Then we changed the subject, due to the hardened and sad look on all of our faces. If there was a good thing about that, it's that I wasn't the only one who was still sad about everything that happened.

Regardless of all the attachment issues, I still treasure all of the wonderful memories that I have from the past. I only wish they could be seperated from the horrors.