It sounds real shmaltzy, but I am being revisited by the past a butt-ton recently, and I'm trying to figure out why.
Of course, the real answer is there is not a why. The people you see on the street/liking your stuff on facebook/popping up on gchat are totally random.
But maybe it's because there might be big changes in the pipeline. Or even small changes. Maybe it is because the summer makes me nostalgic for other summers. Maybe it is because I just realized I will be 30 in less than four months, and that kind of makes me nauseous.
Whatever it is. I know you're all there - people from the past. I am terrified to engage with you, so you just kind of float along, down the sidewalks (both actual and technological) and I just wait for you to pass by.
I am forever grateful to A Softer World for always understanding exactly how I feel. I also just almost titled this "blog post" because that is how hipster-existential I am feeling this morning.
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