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Friendships are like pies. You can't leave them alone on a window sill and expect them to be the same when you come back. Stuff's going to be there that you weren't expecting and some things you looked forward to are going to be gone. Also that's probably not your pie plate and you need to get that back to your roommate's mother before Thanksgiving. Or have I crossed the line between analogy and history? Regardless, both points are valid.
There's maybe five people I see semi-regularly; the rest of my acquaintances I maintain through correspondence. Correspondence that I've neglected. I'd like to blame this a form of busy-ness or even some sort of sinister misanthropy. The truth is that I'm very lazy and tend to assume that If I'm not doing anything important, neither is anyone else. You know that isn't true. So do I, now, but that information would have been much more useful earlier on and I'm very cross with you for not sharing it sooner. But forgiveness is, as always, yours.
There's maybe five people I see semi-regularly; the rest of my acquaintances I maintain through correspondence. Correspondence that I've neglected. I'd like to blame this a form of busy-ness or even some sort of sinister misanthropy. The truth is that I'm very lazy and tend to assume that If I'm not doing anything important, neither is anyone else. You know that isn't true. So do I, now, but that information would have been much more useful earlier on and I'm very cross with you for not sharing it sooner. But forgiveness is, as always, yours.