Revelations

It was a humid night on the streets of Ottawa.

I wasn't sober.

I was with friends, celebrating a final night before one of us left for a time.

And I saw her. A woman I knew 14 years ago. She looked the same.

In my mind, I saw the same person I knew 14 years ago. In my drunken haze, it was my memories that flooded forward. I remembered what I missed.

Two days later I met her for coffee - she wasn't what I remembered or, frankly, all that interesting.

It is amazing what perspective does to one's mind.

I, literally, had to drink her interesting- and it wasn't even that I pretended that she was- it was that my memory of her made her interesting. It was a complete fabrication based on what I thought my memory was.