people change
I made the long trek to see my old best friend from high school tonight. Krista and I chatted with him while he got drunk and talked a little too much, and it felt like I never really knew him to begin with. We joked around about how I used to be in love with him, and I think he still didn't quite get it. I also found driving around on back roads with Sonic Youth and a little help from friends is nice, and accidental drunken slip ups from others can leave your mind reeling but yet help settle it more.
It's so weird how you can pick up with some old friends like years never went by but sometimes a friendship was almost a waste and just a photo album of pictures. Or how even a "it was nice to meet you" can feel better than a "it was nice seeing you again." I've been having a big mix of those lately. I feel like I'm being forced to start a new life by myself and to automatically grow this protective shell around myself. To protect me from anything that might ever get inside again, and the most equally scary and comforting parts are knowing that the shell isn't going to be coming off for a long time coming.
Also, tattoos hurt. A lot. Ask my wrist.
It's so weird how you can pick up with some old friends like years never went by but sometimes a friendship was almost a waste and just a photo album of pictures. Or how even a "it was nice to meet you" can feel better than a "it was nice seeing you again." I've been having a big mix of those lately. I feel like I'm being forced to start a new life by myself and to automatically grow this protective shell around myself. To protect me from anything that might ever get inside again, and the most equally scary and comforting parts are knowing that the shell isn't going to be coming off for a long time coming.
Also, tattoos hurt. A lot. Ask my wrist.