Ceinwen Langley (she/her): scriptwriter, game writer and author. The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist available now in eBook, audiobook, paperback and hardcover 馃挅
I found out recently, via social media, that someone I used to know had passed away. It made me realise that I hadn't seen their posts on social media for a long time, though I hadn't consciously noticed it happening, and when I went to look for them I realised I'd forgotten their last name.
I spent hours and hours of my life with this person from the age of 21 - 23. And now they're dead and I can't remember a thing about them except the fact that I liked them a lot. I don't know if this is a case of being neurodivergent and struggling with my memory, or a case of being nearly 40, or both, or neither. It makes me wonder if I'm a bad person, or just a person. It makes me want to be a better partner and friend and daughter and sister to the people I have now.
It makes me wonder if, when I die, some people somewhere that I've known at one point or other will see it in passing and feel a little sad, and then completely forget the sadness to mull over their own mortality and whether they're being a good enough person to the people still in their life.
And I think that would be nice, actually. To be glancingly remembered by someone whose life I had brushed, to be a passing reminder that this is all finite and precious.
Sometimes I get spontaneous flashbacks to working in customer service at a video game/pop culture store, and todays was the voice of an elderly woman proclaiming that she couldn't buy a GREEN gift card for her grandson, HE'S A BOY.
I鈥檓 writing an epic military science fantasy space opera for my MA major project and I just DO NOT know why I make these decisions. I could have chosen something SMALL. I could have chosen something I don鈥檛 have to create an entire universe for. I don鈥檛 even understand MY OWN country鈥檚 economy for fuck鈥檚 sake.
Anyway, I鈥檝e already been working on this hot mess for 8 months so stay tuned I guess 馃拃
I am 36 years old and I have spent my evening eating ice cream and picking out new curtains and curtain rods with my partner. Now I'm looking at tasselled curtain tie-backs because the Greedy Peasant has ruined me.
If you'd asked me at 16 or even 26, this would not have been the dream. But 36-year-old me is pretty fucking happy.