Who you think I am is who I am but not who I was
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I don’t know is on thirdOver the past year and a half, I have been making an effort to reconnect with old friends from home. Sure, it’s only a phone call, but it’s good to stay in touch. I’ve found that, in general, most of my friends have never been good at keeping up and that it (usually) has fallen on me to make the calls. Once we’re on ( Read more... )
I don’t know is on thirdOver the past year and a half, I have been making an effort to reconnect with old friends from home. Sure, it’s only a phone call, but it’s good to stay in touch. I’ve found that, in general, most of my friends have never been good at keeping up and that it (usually) has fallen on me to make the calls. Once we’re on ( Read more... )
most of my friends have never been good at keeping up
Yeah, that's me... It's not that I don't want to hear from people, just that I forget to make the call. I like reading emails/texts/IMs/LJs since everyone can do it on their own time. Once you're in Reality, taking a call at random isn't quite as convenient as it used to be.
I have realized that the reason I miss them so much has as much to do with the fact that those friendships are from a simpler time as it does missing their companionship.
I, too, miss those days. I realize how surreal it all was, and how little of reality had to be dealt with. I miss it in some ways, but in most I think I'm glad to be out of it. Still, it would be nice to visit now and then.
when my biggest responsibility was making sure my stupid drunken friends had a ride home (or didn’t get impaled by flying Kukri sharpening knives).
Or drunken katana wielders. Or attack entertainment centers...
They remember (and constantly bring up) all of the stupid little things I’ve done.
What else are friends for, if not to remind you of your less-than-stellar performances?
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