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it's weird when you find out that an old friend died, but it was something that occurred about a month ago. the first thing that goes through your mind is, "where the fuck was i?" in all fairness, though, this was something unexpected, but didn't leave me all that broken up. i'd known the kid since we were about 6 years old. he lived right across the street. by high school, we ran with different crowds. it wasn't like we weren't friends, but i just didn't see him that often. i think i'd seen him once since i moved away 7 years ago, but i still feel bad that i hadn't heard sooner about his death.
i realized recently that i'm not usually a person to burn bridges, whether they be friendship or business type. i noticed that often i let them rot in our minds through lack of maintenance (to continue using metaphor). i guess my good memory with my generally lower inclination to create emotional attachments allows me to pick back up where we left off easier or something. it's one bad habit among many that i have.
i realized recently that i'm not usually a person to burn bridges, whether they be friendship or business type. i noticed that often i let them rot in our minds through lack of maintenance (to continue using metaphor). i guess my good memory with my generally lower inclination to create emotional attachments allows me to pick back up where we left off easier or something. it's one bad habit among many that i have.