Ah man, back at it again. It’s been longer than I intended. I was with some classic friends the past weekend and the blog got brought up. I recall at least Biddle half-jokingly saying how an entry is something he has to set out time in his day in order to read. I don’t doubt the time consumption that is associated with reading these things, so with that said, it takes me that much longer just to write anything. I have had a lot I’ve wanted to say, but I haven’t yet wanted to take out the time to say any of it until now.
I want to take the time out to actually talk about my life in a daily, almost journalistic manner. I’d consider that a departure from my usual ramblings. As I previously alluded to, I hung out with some old, good friends this past weekend. It isn’t like I haven’t seen most of them pretty recently. I’ll admit, pretty much all of them I haven’t seen enough of when I have seen them, though. This was one of the few times we got a big group together though. Oh, before I forget, I’ll note that these were my Belmont friends, most specifically, people I lived with an intimate manner for a couple years.
There is something to be said for that– the whole dorm experience. Being pretty far removed from those years then reconnected for a couple of hours really goes a long way for reminding myself just what that bond really is. It’s the full flavor of feelings. On one hand, it is sad on a lot of levels. A lot of these people I was with, Poop, Biddle, Horse, Cheese, Joyce dudes(jajaja) like that, I mean, there was a day and time in my life where each one of those dudes was literally a brother of mine. I’m not sayin that I don’t think that of them anymore, or disowned anyone, but that connection just isn’t as strong as it once was in some cases– more on a throughput level– I know given some time and consistency that’s easy to get flowing, but it sputters and spikes otherwise. Or a guy like Tough Guy, who could decide to move to Antarctica and never be heard from again, but would still be a legendary figure in my life of mythical proportions. It is just sad what becomes of us and our relationships over time, because they change. People change. Our relationships with people change. We change. Everything changes, yet we take what we have when we have it for granted.. this never changers. I really do miss those days though, I miss the people, the characters, the personalities, the escapades, and so on. Before I go the other direction, might I also point out, the writers of LOST would tell you that is exactly what their show was about. Too bad they spent the rest of the show making everyone believe it was more about some crazy island and things that, when spoken about out loud, make you sound like an Nebuchadnezzar crawling through the desert howling out inanities.
There is also sweeter side of the emotional flavor spectrum. For one, it was really great to just sit there in the middle of all these people and really see how grown up everyone is. Not that I advocate growing up, I think it sucks and if you do too much of it your life will be over, but more that pretty much everyone is on their feet pretty solidly post college, even though we are all still figuring so many things out. It makes me really happy for everybody, though. Plus it was nice to spend an afternoon doing something that a few of us tended to always poke fun at, “being Belmont.” Something vaguely constituted by somethign so simple as just hanging out with fellow Belmontian’s in the area, in this case, McDougal’s (we all know Hillsboro Village is the crux of our Belmont essence.)
Initially, I had planned on continuing this entry into an entirely different subject, but instead, I think it is just better to leave it as a small reflection. I could go on and on into all of my thoughts and feelings and talk about specific people that I feel deserve at least that much from me, but that is perhaps for another time.
Instead, I abruptly, awkwardly end this.