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i saw a friend i haven't seen in seven years the other night. drove out to glens falls and he took me for chinese food. then we watched 12 monkeys and then we had coffee and then i went home. i guess he felt it necessary to discuss parsons with me.. the residential treatment facility where we first met each other nearly ten years ago. it was kind of uncomfortable dinner conversation though. i don't really like to talk about it. i guess he wanted to reminisce, i.e. "who was your favorite staff member?" ...
"i didn't have one, i hated them all equally.."
he explained that in his memory some of the moments are fun in recollection, though they were certainly not fun at the time. i told him it didn't work that way for me.. it's all bad memories. i don't look back on that time fondly at all. with the exception of having made a handful of lifelong strong friendships..it was not a pleasant time. i wanted to take off at 11:30 though so as not to get home very late and we were gonna watch some of ringu, but he said we should go to denny's for coffee instead and watch the movie next time. i shudder at the thought of denny's .. last time i was there with friends i was eighteen.. experiencing acid for the first time (miserably) and meeting a guy who would become a stupid asshole boyfriend for one month and then smash my heart into bits by discarding me like a piece of garbage.
fun memories!!
last time i saw my friend he had long hair and was scrawny ..now his hair is shorn close to his head..with bits of gray floating (i hadn't noticed this though until he pointed it out)..and he has a bit of a belly..noticable in his black tank top..oddly enough he reminded of a sim..this is demented i know, that people should remind me of SIMS instead of actual people..i probably have more dealings with SIMS though than actual people.. which is quite sad, i should say!
anyway, seeing him was both happy and sad. i would say our shared experience has shaped our lives more than we would care to admit.. or atleast that's how it is for me. part of me is still that person living back there.. i don't know how to describe it..maybe how a person's psyche fragments into dissociative identity disorder, but not that severe. i feel part of me broke off back then and stopped growing and that part of me is sitting in a little corner of my mind..and she comes miserably to the forefront when i discuss that time.. and it's really rather unpleasant and depressing!
well this was a fun post.
HAHA.
"i didn't have one, i hated them all equally.."
he explained that in his memory some of the moments are fun in recollection, though they were certainly not fun at the time. i told him it didn't work that way for me.. it's all bad memories. i don't look back on that time fondly at all. with the exception of having made a handful of lifelong strong friendships..it was not a pleasant time. i wanted to take off at 11:30 though so as not to get home very late and we were gonna watch some of ringu, but he said we should go to denny's for coffee instead and watch the movie next time. i shudder at the thought of denny's .. last time i was there with friends i was eighteen.. experiencing acid for the first time (miserably) and meeting a guy who would become a stupid asshole boyfriend for one month and then smash my heart into bits by discarding me like a piece of garbage.
fun memories!!
last time i saw my friend he had long hair and was scrawny ..now his hair is shorn close to his head..with bits of gray floating (i hadn't noticed this though until he pointed it out)..and he has a bit of a belly..noticable in his black tank top..oddly enough he reminded of a sim..this is demented i know, that people should remind me of SIMS instead of actual people..i probably have more dealings with SIMS though than actual people.. which is quite sad, i should say!
anyway, seeing him was both happy and sad. i would say our shared experience has shaped our lives more than we would care to admit.. or atleast that's how it is for me. part of me is still that person living back there.. i don't know how to describe it..maybe how a person's psyche fragments into dissociative identity disorder, but not that severe. i feel part of me broke off back then and stopped growing and that part of me is sitting in a little corner of my mind..and she comes miserably to the forefront when i discuss that time.. and it's really rather unpleasant and depressing!
well this was a fun post.
HAHA.