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B sent me a belated Christmas card. Not just a belated Christmas card, but a letter; it was written on binder paper and folded into a fourth since the envelope was sized for the photograph of him and his housemates in typical young adult fashion. He talked about nostalgia, and about how our lives run parallel but no not intersect, and how he could have hung out over break but we didn't. It let to me revisiting our email exchanges, realizing that his delayed responses were more seldom than my no response. Realizing that I probably play it colder than I realize. Which led me here. Not much sensational to say but I do want to start journaling again.
I reactivated my tinder and wondered if all the couples I know here actually met in person. It's hard to say since tinder has its connotation and I can't actually imagine meeting anyone in a fateful way anymore. But I can't be the only one and I really don't see how anyone meets anymore. Maybe I am just being pessimistic and antisocial.
Currently: turning into a grandma before I'm ready (/taken), teaching myself how to knit, trying to stay positive and make adjustments, hanging out with people I don't really like sometimes, hanging out with myself most of the type, texting Charley about having sex with him (it's either rooted in depression or a lasting impression), realizing your social medic addition when facebook&insta go down so you write a livejournal entry.
I reactivated my tinder and wondered if all the couples I know here actually met in person. It's hard to say since tinder has its connotation and I can't actually imagine meeting anyone in a fateful way anymore. But I can't be the only one and I really don't see how anyone meets anymore. Maybe I am just being pessimistic and antisocial.
Currently: turning into a grandma before I'm ready (/taken), teaching myself how to knit, trying to stay positive and make adjustments, hanging out with people I don't really like sometimes, hanging out with myself most of the type, texting Charley about having sex with him (it's either rooted in depression or a lasting impression), realizing your social medic addition when facebook&insta go down so you write a livejournal entry.