Just thinking out loud.
It's crazy how fast and often people fall in and out of your life. The majority of the people that will read this were no doubt once someone I considered a close aquaintance, or friend even, but for some reason or another we don't talk anymore. It's not that we ever had a falling out or secretly hated each other, it just kind of fizzled out. Every once in a while we'll pop back up in each other's lives in a cameo where it's awkward short sentences of "how do you do" and "what's new with you" until the conversation dies away and we find something else to do, completely going our seperate ways again.
It's like a cd that you loved listening to in high school that you find in your sock drawer where it's sat forgotten for years. You drive around listening to it for a couple weeks and you remember every song like it was yesterday, remembering "the good ole days". Then one day you put in that new release and the cd you were so happy to find falls between the seats waiting to be found next time you clean your car so the process can be repeated.
It just makes me think of how few people I have that are constants in my life that I can count on to be there when I need them, but I feel like a lot of people see me as their constant. People that show up when they're bored or when all their new friends have deserted them, always the backup that you can rely on to be here ready to go another round.
But then again maybe I'm the one that lost interest and pushed everyone away.
It's like a cd that you loved listening to in high school that you find in your sock drawer where it's sat forgotten for years. You drive around listening to it for a couple weeks and you remember every song like it was yesterday, remembering "the good ole days". Then one day you put in that new release and the cd you were so happy to find falls between the seats waiting to be found next time you clean your car so the process can be repeated.
It just makes me think of how few people I have that are constants in my life that I can count on to be there when I need them, but I feel like a lot of people see me as their constant. People that show up when they're bored or when all their new friends have deserted them, always the backup that you can rely on to be here ready to go another round.
But then again maybe I'm the one that lost interest and pushed everyone away.