SLC Punk!(?)
I hate how a lot of my memories are with people who don't even acknowledge me anymore, and I don't acknowledge them. We pass by each other in the hallways of school daily. Occasionally, I see them around town. And we pretend like we never knew each other. We clearly see the other person, and then as we get closer, we pretend like we're looking somewhere else. At the floor, or the lockers. This is my relationship with numerous people. A frightening amount, actually. These kids ran from the cops with me on hot summer days. Or they hugged me on cold nights to keep me warm. Or they grabbed my hand while staring at the universe that surrounds us and said, "We'll be friends forever, don't worry."
Or perhaps they said the infamous, "School won't change a thing. It won't separate us."
Maybe those words were a curse. These people look so grown up now. So different from the simple days of summer. It's so amazing how much people change. Maybe what's more amazing is how much time has passed. Sometimes I see these former friends driving in cars, when it seems like yesterday they were saying to me, "I can't wait until I drive. We'll go so many places, Sam. It'll be a blast." Little did we know we wouldn't even be acknowledging each other barely a year later.
Why do we do that? I don't even know. Maybe we're waiting for the other person to say hi first. Maybe the summer brings out the best in us, and once school comes we return to our routine friends. It's possible these people were just my fair-weather friends. At least when I see them, they are a little reminder of a more youthful me. Back when it was so easy to laugh, and crying was unheard of. That was only two years ago. People always say, "So much can change in a year." Fuck that. So much can change in a day. Your life can go from content to spinning out of control in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, I know that from experience.
I guess drugs really do fuck things up, because sometimes I forget how to have a good time without their aid. I'm so busy escaping that I'm losing touch with the only friends I can count on.
So, these are my teen years, huh?