grab your friends and go to the park, throw a dinner party, sit on the floor of your room and yap for 8 hours! I often think about how when we lose something we know it was real because of collective memories. like I’m sure I had a pink sweatshirt with a dinosaur on it as a kid, but my mom doesn’t remember it, and we have no photos of it. my sister remembers it though! so I know it was real. hanging out with my friends makes me feel real because I get to see memories form in real time, and get to see the joy that my friends are experiencing (and feel my own joy as well!). you’ll be able to talk about that day forever with a quick “hey remember that time when…” and what’s more real than that?
