:: Wednesday, October 27, 2004 ::

“The conflicts, the craziness, and the sound of pretenses falling all around…” (Alanis Morissette)

I don’t remember actually meeting a single one of them. They jump from meaningless faces to precious pieces of my world in a memory’s instant. I don’t remember them beginning to fade either. I only know that in various unsuspecting moments, I’m broadsided by the realization of how very, very much has changed.
I suppose my memories of college are most like sprinkles; they’re haphazard, they’re of wildly different hues, and I can’t quite tell if they’re good, bad, or not worth worrying about. Did I do too much, say too much, learn too much, seek too many friendships, and expect too much from them?
I will probably always remember my friends within the hallucinatory effects of I-can’t-believe-this-used-to-be-my-life. (Thinking about the past always tends to shock and enthrall me, kind of like seeing a gruesome injury does.) I love them still and pray for them and wonder… how they’re doing now, who they even are now, what might be different

if…………………………

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