Wow. Just when I thought it was safe to relax around my friends (Insert Jaws theme here) the Drama Shark swoops out of the serene waters and snatches us all up in her gaping maw.
Oye. The passed couple years have shown me exactly why people don't tend to stay friends with their friends for very long after high school. People change a great deal after that little cardboard cap hits the ground. I can't say that any of my friends have become bad people, just... different. I thought I knew these people. Really knew them. And they surprise me every day lately. I don't know who's thinking what about whom anymore. I don't know if Nick is still harboring bitterness about the terrible last days at our apartment with Shannon, I don't know if Brian has really forgiven me for lying to him, and I just generally don't know much at all about John lately. I love the whole group, dearly, but those three were once the nearest and dearest people in the world to me. The other day I was discussing the possibility of a road trip this summer. Just the four of us. That would be great. IF we can get it together.
It's funny, when I get drunk sometimes I like to pick up a pen and see what happens. When I was drunk on Monday night, I scrawled what looks to be a free verse poem. I found it in my pocket today. I forgot that I even wrote anything that night until I saw it. I'll close with that.
Who's out there?
Who's listening?
Who do you think you are?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who do you want me to be?
Have you ever asked yourself similar questions? You may have been drunk. Questions. Doubts. Fears.
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