my new thing whenever an embarrassing memory jumps up out of some backwater neuron to t-bone my present-day thought process is to declare a statute of limitations. like i can burn down an entire building in the state where i live and the law deems it both unfair and illegal to prosecute me after six years have passed, i think that thing i said in high school can be expunged from my record.
Okay, but this is actually kind of genius.
My family has a related Policy called “The Five Year Rule”. Five years after an embarrassing or dramatic event happens to someone, everyone else has to shut up about it. This rule was created to keep some of my aunts from bringing up shit from fifteen and twenty years ago at family dinners.
So if you need to set a statute of Limitations: If it would be fucking rude of your auntie to bring up at thanksgiving, it’s rude for your brain to bring up at 3AM too and it needs to eat some mashed potatoes and shut up.
Fascinating.






















