Life is resonating.
There should be a sort of internet filter out there that, as opposed to blocking porn from kids or blocking access to places like alternet from my workplace, filters any site that might make you feel nostalgic. I know that there are people out there (people who, in some cases, I drink with, or spend time with) who can't remember a time when they didn't go to some random website, and I know that this nostalgia-filter would work even bigger wonders on them, but for people like me, just reading the words of people who were once presences in your life make me feel a little off. Not like I don't, in some way, need to be here in this place and time right now, but I feel partially like I squandered my interpersonal relationships over the years. And I feel partially like an asshole because I can't pick up the phone and call old friends, or put fingers to keyboard for e-mail.I can't completely comprehend the thoughts that go through me when I read words written by all these people I can honestly say that I used to know, but don't as much any more. I don't feel sadness, I know that much. I think I place infinitely too much time on wondering how things would be if Fork in the Road #843 would have been chosen differently.
And just when I want to think a bit too much, and get myself in to a funk, I listen to "Sick Boys" by Social Distortion and I don't feel so weird anymore.
Enough.
posted by Bill @ 12:21 AM
5 Comments:
it could be worse, man. You could be looking for sites that aren't there every few months.
Good to see you're posting again, anyway.
Oh yeah, things are really good. My bad days in Chicago are as good as the good ones in st. louis. I just need a decent job and i'll be all set.
how's about you?
oh, hey bill.
My sweet, sweet Bill. Don't I know how that feels.
I'm too antsy to sit here and ramble off on how much I empathise with this.
I'll be in touch soon.
i feel like one of those people that you just can't bring yourself to write or call. i don't understand you and i thought that i knew you so well, once upon a time. somehow though, i miss you. maybe you should take more chances in life to help you stop pondering fork-in-the-road #843.
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