Walk on the ocean

It’s weird to think how little I’ve changed over the last decade-in thinking about it,  there have been minor changes-I’m less neurotic,  less talkative-most of the time,  and perhaps, just a tad less pretentious and pedantic(thanks Grad School!).   I may have better hair and glasses,  I have given up shorts and flannel and perms-I wear perfume, yet for all intents and purposes, I pretty much look and act the same.   People from high school  and former teachers always recognize me-  you look exactly the same, they tell me,  only you don’t have as much ink on your hands.   In thinking over friends-most of the people I know are the same too-albeit, slightly mellower-and with better cars.     I don’t know if this is because most people I know  are as abrasive and judgemental as I am-and therefore, never age-or if I am just so used to seeing them that I don’t notice that they’ve changed.  Or maybe, having a strong personality means that you just can’t change all that much.

It’s weird when you find old friends on MYpage and they look old.   And you also realize that their lives have been much more difficult and complicated than yours has been in the interim.   I found an old friend of mine I used to hang out with all of the time-ten years ago.   We met the junior college and would write stuff.   At night we’d hang out at the ski Chalet Lions and order coffee from an extremely old watiress with frosted hair and nice legs.  It was one of those intense youthful friendships-fueled by coffee, mix tapes, late night diners and cigarettes.  Come to think of it-it was so 90s.    I lost touch with old friend  when I moved to Bobois the first time around-that and he had found Jesus and a nice christian girl.   It’s been a full decade.   So now we’re emailing on mypage-and I have no idea what to say about all the adult things that have happened-or when it will be appropiate for me to say some totally sarcastic and derisive comment about the shirtless picture old friend has posted on his pic page?

it’s also funny when you see something about a certain nameless someone,  that if you had read beforehand you would probably never have been interested in them.  Like say it saw it on a criagslist ad or a profile,  you’d think to yourself “yuck!  What a tool!”

Published in:  on May 6, 2008 at 10:55 pm Leave a Comment