Days forgotten
I can't stop thinking of the people who live so differently than most of us
And not in a positive way
Not in normal way or a way I can really relate to or many of us can
People so tangled up in their own shit they aren't thinking of doing other things people wrapped up in their own lives do like cut themselves or whatever
Gay guys smoking meth and going to sleazy clubs, addicted to risk and a myriad of other things picked up in lives others look down upon
What parents warn against
And for good reason
Half the people I message or try to contact online who posted stuff online in 1998 or 2001 have already died
Their digital footprint being the only trace of them for the wider world, they being the friend who died for someone who changed their ways
Dates like May 16th, 1998 (made up completely) being a day someone or multiple people never forget
And others in their 40's then don't remember at all now, it being spent getting home from work and watching The King of Queens and eating dinner
Their faint craving for adventure and excitement not meeting the intensity of craving of those people in those times for routine (not usual for many of them)
And comfort and wanting those tethers to how people on sitcoms live
Wanting to be part of the backround noise they hear from tv which they sometimes watch
Eventually this fades
And the nature of people takes over
The slow return to the ways that they were born with
Which is something that is pretty timeless, despite the changing names and faces
And these thoughts make me comfortable
And not in a positive way
Not in normal way or a way I can really relate to or many of us can
People so tangled up in their own shit they aren't thinking of doing other things people wrapped up in their own lives do like cut themselves or whatever
Gay guys smoking meth and going to sleazy clubs, addicted to risk and a myriad of other things picked up in lives others look down upon
What parents warn against
And for good reason
Half the people I message or try to contact online who posted stuff online in 1998 or 2001 have already died
Their digital footprint being the only trace of them for the wider world, they being the friend who died for someone who changed their ways
Dates like May 16th, 1998 (made up completely) being a day someone or multiple people never forget
And others in their 40's then don't remember at all now, it being spent getting home from work and watching The King of Queens and eating dinner
Their faint craving for adventure and excitement not meeting the intensity of craving of those people in those times for routine (not usual for many of them)
And comfort and wanting those tethers to how people on sitcoms live
Wanting to be part of the backround noise they hear from tv which they sometimes watch
Eventually this fades
And the nature of people takes over
The slow return to the ways that they were born with
Which is something that is pretty timeless, despite the changing names and faces
And these thoughts make me comfortable