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Compared to dropping and breaking a glass, there's just something profoundly more disheartening about dropping and breaking a plate of half-eaten food. I dunno what it is. It costs about the same after all. The really bad part was that the guy who looks like Ian from far away was working again tonight, and that made me lonely and sad and a little pissed off, though for a slightly different reason that I won't go into. And I ate something for dinner that is still making my stomach hurt so meh. But other than that work was good. I didn't have to fire anyone which was nice :)
I was thinking before about how much my life has changed in the past year. Holy shit. But that wasn't the weird part. As most of you can see on my last post I got a comment from Jess and it just struck me pretty hard for two main reasons. One: that over a year or two my values had changed from highly moral Christian boy to semi-flaming gay guy, and how I barely noticed it was happening. Two: that someone whose opinion I valued and still value so much could have been excluded from that change just because of circumstance (not having classes together) and how shocking it must have been to go from one image of a friend to another in such a short time, and how frightening and trippy that must me. And it made me sad, not in the regretful way, but in a contemplative way nonetheless. And have I really changed that much? And then it got me thinking about what it will be like when I come back from college next year for winter break and see everyone I'd known in high school and how much they'd change. And it kind of made me scared. I dunno. Life is strange. Love!
I was thinking before about how much my life has changed in the past year. Holy shit. But that wasn't the weird part. As most of you can see on my last post I got a comment from Jess and it just struck me pretty hard for two main reasons. One: that over a year or two my values had changed from highly moral Christian boy to semi-flaming gay guy, and how I barely noticed it was happening. Two: that someone whose opinion I valued and still value so much could have been excluded from that change just because of circumstance (not having classes together) and how shocking it must have been to go from one image of a friend to another in such a short time, and how frightening and trippy that must me. And it made me sad, not in the regretful way, but in a contemplative way nonetheless. And have I really changed that much? And then it got me thinking about what it will be like when I come back from college next year for winter break and see everyone I'd known in high school and how much they'd change. And it kind of made me scared. I dunno. Life is strange. Love!