the past is a very strange place.
Nov. 17th, 2003 03:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluebeardSo, there's this person that you used to hang out with a lot as a teenager. You lived in bumfukt egypt, way in the middle of nowhere, and they'd come get you and you'd spend a week at their place in the city. It was all good.
You go different ways, don't talk for awhile, move to another part of the country, return.. and see someone who knows what's this person's habits are.
Months pass, and then.. you finally see them again. It's been 6+ years since seeing this person who was, while at the time on the same level as you, extremely formative.
You walk up, "Hi, I'm me." "Wow! It's been forever. What's up? blahblah".. they ask you to buy them a drink, you do, of course. You talk some more, introduce the person to your SO, they go talk to a friend.
You get up to leave five minutes later, write your phone number, E-mail, yahoo ID on a napkin. Hand it to them with a blank napkin and a pen, and tellt hem you realy want to reconnect.
Their response? They ask you if you can spot them a hit of ecstacy.
Okay, fine, drugs, whatever. They're fun, they feel good, and in moderation ain't no threat to anything. But to ask for that kind of a spot from an old friend 15 minutes after meeting them for a 2nd time?
The past is a very, very strange place.
You go different ways, don't talk for awhile, move to another part of the country, return.. and see someone who knows what's this person's habits are.
Months pass, and then.. you finally see them again. It's been 6+ years since seeing this person who was, while at the time on the same level as you, extremely formative.
You walk up, "Hi, I'm me." "Wow! It's been forever. What's up? blahblah".. they ask you to buy them a drink, you do, of course. You talk some more, introduce the person to your SO, they go talk to a friend.
You get up to leave five minutes later, write your phone number, E-mail, yahoo ID on a napkin. Hand it to them with a blank napkin and a pen, and tellt hem you realy want to reconnect.
Their response? They ask you if you can spot them a hit of ecstacy.
Okay, fine, drugs, whatever. They're fun, they feel good, and in moderation ain't no threat to anything. But to ask for that kind of a spot from an old friend 15 minutes after meeting them for a 2nd time?
The past is a very, very strange place.
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