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Jul 29, 2010 21:10

Call me callous, call me cold...

but it amazes me how I am able to move around people

(but not necessarily memories of them).

In my wedding planning, I have been forced to pick and choose those of which I want to come here.

And also, to be fair, those of which I realize appreciate me, but not enough to go through the effort of coming.

Time fades even the most gallant and joyous of times.

People change.

And I realize life has its constraints.

The world suddenly shrinks around me during these times.

And I am not sadder for it.

Maybe older...

Maybe more grown up.

Maybe that is what this process is all about.

Call it a generational gap.

Good manners. Self consciousness.

Whatever.

My mother is a different person.

Maybe she is better for it.

Maybe she is just kidding herself.

I won't know until I die and I am left alone with my memories of people that have long since come and gone.

All I am saying is:

I have no idea who half the people are that she is inviting to my wedding.

And that really bothers me on a deep level.

Relatives or not.
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