Friday, August 18, 2006
Nostalgia
I had promised myself that my blog would never come to this. It's not that I have nothing to write about, there's more than enough happening in the world and in my life, this just happens to be the most powerful. (I saw Crash for the first time last night, that was pretty powerful as well)
I went through the book I got all the guests at my 21st birthday to sign. You know the type. I'm not really one for such frilly stuff, but for my 21st I pulled out all stops: Posed for photos, sent around a guest book, everything ;-)
Anyway, it just got me wondering about the people that were once so important to me. People I would take the time to SMS, to call. It's not that I didn't have other things to do, I *made* time. It just seems as if things have changed, somehow. The amount of people that are now important to me have grown fewer. Not that the people who are at this party aren't still important to me, but they're obviously not important enough for me to make the effort to contact them anymore and I'm obviously not important enough to be contacted (so I don't feel too guilty about it -- I'm not the only one who's priorities have changed :-D).
I was just wondering out loud (or in 12pt monospace text in this case), as I was hoping that writing this down (and yes, I could have done it in a private text file, or in a journal, I don't know what brought me to blog it) would help me remember what I felt tonight.
A phone call once a week or once a month is maybe not what's required, but perhaps a call every time a wave of nostalgia hits me would be good. Maybe it'll remind us all about how good the good times were and how awesome it was to be as close as we were. And maybe some of my old friends will like knowing that we can still be friends even if we don't see one another or speak to one another nearly as often as we used to.
And maybe I'm just clinging to the past... Only after a few phone calls will I know if all this was worth it.
I went through the book I got all the guests at my 21st birthday to sign. You know the type. I'm not really one for such frilly stuff, but for my 21st I pulled out all stops: Posed for photos, sent around a guest book, everything ;-)
Anyway, it just got me wondering about the people that were once so important to me. People I would take the time to SMS, to call. It's not that I didn't have other things to do, I *made* time. It just seems as if things have changed, somehow. The amount of people that are now important to me have grown fewer. Not that the people who are at this party aren't still important to me, but they're obviously not important enough for me to make the effort to contact them anymore and I'm obviously not important enough to be contacted (so I don't feel too guilty about it -- I'm not the only one who's priorities have changed :-D).
I was just wondering out loud (or in 12pt monospace text in this case), as I was hoping that writing this down (and yes, I could have done it in a private text file, or in a journal, I don't know what brought me to blog it) would help me remember what I felt tonight.
A phone call once a week or once a month is maybe not what's required, but perhaps a call every time a wave of nostalgia hits me would be good. Maybe it'll remind us all about how good the good times were and how awesome it was to be as close as we were. And maybe some of my old friends will like knowing that we can still be friends even if we don't see one another or speak to one another nearly as often as we used to.
And maybe I'm just clinging to the past... Only after a few phone calls will I know if all this was worth it.
