Holy fuck it’s september 16th 2009.
So, I was on the cusp of sleeping when a powerful demon came over me telling me to write. I don’t get these often, but when it comes I have to let it out. Sleep can wait, even though I have a stupid tutorial tomorrow.
I even forgot how the format of my blog went. Pardon my writing and my style, it’s gotten pretty sloppy since my inactivity.
Oh right, stay on topic. Yes yes, this post will be about nostalgia and my past.
I had a group of close friends. Then we graduated from highschool. I haven’t spoken to a majority of them since. I had actually forgotten about a few of them and hadn’t really thought about it at all. So my friend tells me there might be a reunion.
Something surprising happened. I really didn’t care. No feelings of nostalgia swept over me, and I wasn’t really excited at all. I didn’t rush to talk to everyone or even imagine it happening. For those of you who know me well, you’d know that this is totally unlike me. I had fond memories of my friends, but for some reason there weren’t any sparks or a need to see them again. Totally weird.
And then I realized I was almost someone else entirely. Three years ago, I would have scoffed at the notion of our little group ever becoming parted, or me losing track of my friends. Three years ago, I would have laughed in the face of those who would say we’d never be friends forever. And now I sit here with my guard up, wondering what had happened. Three years is a long time, especially when you’re at University with a bunch of different people doing a bunch of different things at the same time. Things change. People change.
So in my state of shock and dismay at my feelings of neutrality towards my old friends, I decided to dig up old memories from an even older blog I used to maintain.
And there it was. The waterfall of old emotions, sights, sounds, and memories. I was almost tempted to fire up the old slideshow of our little group, but I knew that would hurt my heart more with beatings of nostalgia. Oh how I hate nostalgia.
It’s amazing to me how these friendships developed and how they waned and almost ended. I don’t want to say that it’s over. Not yet. I know for a few of you, I’ll still maintain close contact. The rest… maybe not so much so. But it’s been one hell of a ride, and I’m raring to go a second round.
My friends, oh my lovely friends. Ones who made me laugh, cry and sing. Ones who helped me through tough times, and the ones who were just always there. How close we were and how connected we were. Every event was special and it was amazing. Even though there were times of trouble and unrest, I loved it all. I grew and matured from all those experiences. I’ve made life long friends with a few. I am happy.
Of course I feel a bit sad that I’ve grown apart from so many, but that won’t tarnish the memories I have. For ever and ever, I will cherish and remember. You’re only young once.
