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Dear reader, so rudely thrust into my thoughts on people I have not greatly spoken of since 2002, feel free to just go "buh" at this entry
It was just like old times and now I feel melancholy, just like old times.
Simon, my good friend from way back in high school turned 30. He'd invided a select few of us to have dinner at a favoured Indian restaurant, which was actually relatively close to me - a surprise given that he isn't. (Ben's quick restaurant review: not bad, but too much coriander.) The select few were all university friends and it was excellent to see them all again, because I hadn't seen some of them in some time and it was good to know they were all still kicking on. Simon's third child is due in a month's time. Az is... still Az. Mark is building a pool.
Sonya, the great misplaced crush of my university life, couldn't make it for some reason. However, we bumped into her sister Tina (someone who I've always had sparks with but not the opportunity to do anything about it) at a coffee place. No... Sonya was not actually at a hens night. So busted. That sounds like her; sweet but selfish, or at least that's what we think. Also much the social butterfly. Tina had news of her own - that she and Michael were getting married in a week's time.
Back in university after a night out, we'd all go to our seperate homes. I felt the same way then as I do now. This melancholy feeling that so contrasts with how I felt when we were doing something together. It's a very different feeling to how I would feel after the same event with my more recently acquired friends (which sounds more clinical than it should). It's like things don't change in this clique. Simon may have almost three children and Mark may have surgery on his arm, but everyone is still exactly the same person they were when we left university. None of us has made any life-altering decisions, each of us satisfied enough to travel this consistent path. It's nice that Simon got just us together, but change is a good thing. Where are the people Simon has been hanging with for the past four years because we weren't there?
This is a harsh interpretation, but maybe it's about disappointment. The experience is good, but not as good as it could be... doesn't quite live up to expectations. Because it doesn't, we keep coming back and try to make it more than it was, but our inertia and intransigence doesn't allow it to be more. In some ways it's Simon's fault, because he is a funny, charismatic and intelligent but not very deep man. He's the central figure and never needed more, and doesn't feel what I (and what I'm pretty sure the other members of this clique) feel. In other ways it's our own fault for taking the easy path.
It's a terrible thing to say about what were such close friendships, so I hope that there is more to my feelings than this.
It was just like old times and now I feel melancholy, just like old times.
Simon, my good friend from way back in high school turned 30. He'd invided a select few of us to have dinner at a favoured Indian restaurant, which was actually relatively close to me - a surprise given that he isn't. (Ben's quick restaurant review: not bad, but too much coriander.) The select few were all university friends and it was excellent to see them all again, because I hadn't seen some of them in some time and it was good to know they were all still kicking on. Simon's third child is due in a month's time. Az is... still Az. Mark is building a pool.
Sonya, the great misplaced crush of my university life, couldn't make it for some reason. However, we bumped into her sister Tina (someone who I've always had sparks with but not the opportunity to do anything about it) at a coffee place. No... Sonya was not actually at a hens night. So busted. That sounds like her; sweet but selfish, or at least that's what we think. Also much the social butterfly. Tina had news of her own - that she and Michael were getting married in a week's time.
Back in university after a night out, we'd all go to our seperate homes. I felt the same way then as I do now. This melancholy feeling that so contrasts with how I felt when we were doing something together. It's a very different feeling to how I would feel after the same event with my more recently acquired friends (which sounds more clinical than it should). It's like things don't change in this clique. Simon may have almost three children and Mark may have surgery on his arm, but everyone is still exactly the same person they were when we left university. None of us has made any life-altering decisions, each of us satisfied enough to travel this consistent path. It's nice that Simon got just us together, but change is a good thing. Where are the people Simon has been hanging with for the past four years because we weren't there?
This is a harsh interpretation, but maybe it's about disappointment. The experience is good, but not as good as it could be... doesn't quite live up to expectations. Because it doesn't, we keep coming back and try to make it more than it was, but our inertia and intransigence doesn't allow it to be more. In some ways it's Simon's fault, because he is a funny, charismatic and intelligent but not very deep man. He's the central figure and never needed more, and doesn't feel what I (and what I'm pretty sure the other members of this clique) feel. In other ways it's our own fault for taking the easy path.
It's a terrible thing to say about what were such close friendships, so I hope that there is more to my feelings than this.