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Friday, May 13
I'm constantly reminded of my friends -- and the people who I thought were my friends, but who really aren't because I've opened my eyes. This sounds like a bad English paper. Barf.
Keeping bonds is insane feat, but it can be done. I, luckily, still talk frequently to a good portion of folks I took experience with in high school.
One might think that I've been trying to hold on to the past, but the truth is is that I haven't. I've taken advantage of the new location, the new people, the new ...everything.
It just bothers me that others have, too, but to the point where they forget. They get so used to their new clique and new ..."everything", and suddenly whatever has happened before 2005 is all just a big illusion. It's really funny.
People change, and I'm so over it. I'm relieved. I'm glad. I'm happy. I've come to terms with the harsh reality.
To those I still talk to, I just have to say this: You are gold. GOLD. I love you guys. It's good to see who has remained on the social sifter.
Social sifter -- patent pending.
To those I don't talk to anymore: Well, just remember that 5-13 years of knowing each other really results in nothing in the end. ...Good knowing ya?
Call Corky. Life goes on.