Why is talking to people that you grew up with so weird? I feel almost empty after a conversation such as that. Seeing how different we have all become. It's beautiful yet heart breaking. I couldn't be happier for all of the guys. Each of us doing well for ourselves and dancing to such a different drummer than what we theoretically should have based upon our roots.
I'm empty though. Trying to put my finger on why. I think it's because of how I, without question, cannot for the most part relate to their experiences.
Even though the things that they have going on in their lives and the ways they occupy their time sound completely unappealing to me, there's a wishing glimmer that on some level I could relate to it... simply so we wouldn't continue going so far apart. Such is life though.
In an almost cinematic coincidence, one of my friends isn't sure that he can make it to the 10yr class reunion because that week is pride week where he lives and he is supposed to be on two different floats for the parade.
Now that's funny shit.
So, things like that make me smile.
It's so cool that we have freed ourselves from that bullshit that sheltered us as children... just to gravitate toward other bullshit.