Old friend.
Sep. 24th, 2004 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teiresiasThe Formerly Backwards Man has just departed to go have himself the pick of SLC tail... not the wisest course, as I mentioned to him, but I wish him all available fun. I just hope he doesn't decide to hook up with La Santa Evita, because I would really like for him to still be capable of having children next week.
It's funny how good seeing him was; we were never the greatest of friends, though he was more fun than almost anyone else in my circle of acquaintances in high school with whom I hung out. But I rediscovered how thoughtful and insightful he can be, and how comforting it is to see someone from home when I'm in this godsforsaken place, even though he has a much... rosier... view of NY and this campus in general than I do. Well, give him a few years living here, as seems to be his ambition.
I'm mildly drunk on red wine. Nice, actually. Much gentler than rum or vodka. Actually wasn't that bad to drink, either. Perhaps I'm developing a taste for the stuff, against all odds.
Now I'm homesick. Well, kind of. It's more a nostalgia for a time and place that can never come again... and that's really not a bad thing, because the person I am now has no place in that world. The memory is sweet enough, and it's not as though I'll never have the chance to see anybody from the old high school gang again. The ones I care about I'll find a way to eventually, and the others... well, they belong entirely to the past.
Still, memories are asserting themselves rather forcefully at present. Hmm... actually, maybe a better sobriquet for my old friend is the "Cult of Personality". Anyone who's met him will see its aptness, I think. He's another person without parallel in my experience. I'm very glad that I got to see him. It's good to see how far we've both come.
Cult, my good man, here's to ya.
It's funny how good seeing him was; we were never the greatest of friends, though he was more fun than almost anyone else in my circle of acquaintances in high school with whom I hung out. But I rediscovered how thoughtful and insightful he can be, and how comforting it is to see someone from home when I'm in this godsforsaken place, even though he has a much... rosier... view of NY and this campus in general than I do. Well, give him a few years living here, as seems to be his ambition.
I'm mildly drunk on red wine. Nice, actually. Much gentler than rum or vodka. Actually wasn't that bad to drink, either. Perhaps I'm developing a taste for the stuff, against all odds.
Now I'm homesick. Well, kind of. It's more a nostalgia for a time and place that can never come again... and that's really not a bad thing, because the person I am now has no place in that world. The memory is sweet enough, and it's not as though I'll never have the chance to see anybody from the old high school gang again. The ones I care about I'll find a way to eventually, and the others... well, they belong entirely to the past.
Still, memories are asserting themselves rather forcefully at present. Hmm... actually, maybe a better sobriquet for my old friend is the "Cult of Personality". Anyone who's met him will see its aptness, I think. He's another person without parallel in my experience. I'm very glad that I got to see him. It's good to see how far we've both come.
Cult, my good man, here's to ya.
