In the mind of others

The brain never rests..  aside from when our time does come but that’s not the focus for now.  This beautiful and unfathomable brain of mine’s has its weird habits. It occurs out of nowhere, out of the blue. I land in this wicked recollection. Embarrassed. Like that one time I couldn’t unlock the door to MY own house while a mob of civilians stared at me. Or the fact that old friends/associates have individual ideas of who I was and that notion remains with them. And I can’t inform them on how much I’ve matured since then. I’m different now. I’m erratic and I can’t take full control of how I’m viewed. I wish I could break free from all awkward situations as well as flee from others’ disfavored memories of me. However if this were to come true life would become bland, all memories add a little flavor.