Blast from the past I'm getting old. Or, older I suppose. The student lifestyle no longer interests me. Paying exhorbitant amounts of money to get drunk in a bar full of complete strangers just doesn't turn my crank anymore. So sad, those were good days. Finally discovered which of the guys in the Boy's homeroom is an old childhood friend of mine. My original childhood friend, born on May 10, 1980, 43 days before I was. I knew he was around, I just couldn't figure out which one was him. The guy doesn't look anything like I remember. Of course, the last time I saw him he was probably somewhere around 13. Not a flattering age for anyone, really. It's funny, to be faced with your past and forcefully reminded of how small the world really is. This guy, with whom I used to bathe, is now buddies with all my buddies. And I didn't even know! Makes you think of all the other paths the world could have taken. Like if this dude and I had grown up in the same neighbourhood, gone to school together, been friends this whole time. Ah, the "what if" can be an interesting game, but it's often quite unsatisfying. Unsatisfying in that it gives you room to imagine a different life for yourself, one that couldn't happen because it didn't happen (if you're following this train of thought I'm impressed), and that imaginary life can seem better than the one you have. I've been living out "alternate paths" in dreams recently. It's surprising the combinations my brain can come up with out of the people I know. I try not to dwell on my dreams too much, but they're always interesting and often stimulating. I get to kiss all the people I can't when I'm awake. Never more than kissing, but that's best I think, less disturbing that way. |