But strangely close to home.

I called an old friend tonight and talked for over an hour about life and times and people I haven’t seen and some that I don’t want to. I had a realization about my usual stance on “keeping up with high school friends”. I always thought it was sad to keep holding on to the past — I never understood why certain people who were friends still moved around in packs. I chastised this way of thinking as wrong somehow — looked down upon almost. This friend of mine runs with the same guys he ran around with in school. I never understood it. I developed a bad taste in my mouth about it.

But what’s wrong with it? If you had a happy high school experience and made genuine friends there, why is it wrong to remain close to them? Why is that ridiculed? Just because I didn’t have that experience? That’s stupid and self-righteous. Somehow if you make friends in College and stay close to them, that’s not looked down upon. Shouldn’t being happy be good enough? What’s the difference?

If you’re a girl and you live with your high school girlfriends and across from your male high school buddies — you have a must see TV show on NBC.

Anyway — I feel oddly better. Grounded. Stable in mind. Still cloudy in spirit — I can’t put my finger on exactly why though. It was just nice to talk to an old friend.