Windswept Life

Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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So it's dawning on me just now that we're all really starting to grow old. Holy shit I said it. Old.

One of my best friends, for the past 12 years, we've had our ups and downs, and now, he's 21. Epic milestone, for sure. Today is his birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVID. I'll take a shot to you after I finish typing this overly sentimental crap.

Amazingly enough, the thing that made me come to this realization is that he changed his SN, something he's had for like what? 8 to 10 years? Things start to change, and daymn, it starts with the small things. Not that we'll really change. We'll still prolly be the fucking dumbasses that we were way back when, dicking around, doing random shit till 5 in the morning. That won't change.

When I turn 21, I'm getting a new SN, haha!

We think that a lot of things are forever. That's just plain stupid. But we can definitely make the good things last. For how long? Who knows? Time doesn't matter, as long as it's good. And when it runs out, then it runs out. At least we'll have had the best of times. Can't ask for more than that. I've had friends that I thought would stick around, unchanged, for years and years. These tend to disappoint. I put too much feeling into people like those, and I end up getting bitchslapped to the ground. It's people like Bao that are so flexible and unconditionally accepting that I can manage something for hella years. Sure, we've had times where we plain just don't talk to each other, but that's all good. Absence made my heart grow fonder for sure. It's because they're not around as often that you hold onto them. I'll drink to that.

Some people never change. Most do. A lot of those that change tend to change for the worse. Only a few really ever get better. None of that "Wine grows better with age" shit. If you have to work to keep thing the way you like them, then really, your friendship just turned into a compromise. Can you really call your good friends "good friends" anymore? I don't know. I'm glad to know that there's people that always stay consistent in my life. I hope they know that too. I hope they know that however I seem to change superficially, the way I think and feel about things won't change.

Yay! Emo rant! But not really! Just...epitomizing.

Yea.


  And the wind brought Clive @ 6:57 PM

Sunday, February 22, 2009  
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