This week, I accepted a Facebook friend request from a guy I dated in 1999-2000. As we messaged back and forth, it felt increasingly ridiculous to try to catch up on what has happened over the past 14 years.
How are you supposed to summarize your entire adult life?
"Oh, y’know, I had a kid, moved away, moved back, earned two degrees, bought a house, and have been working in the same office for the past seven years."
"Cool. I moved away, moved back, got married, got divorced, and now spend most of my time working or with my girlfriend."
What makes this even more strange is that I don’t feel like that much time has passed. I don’t feel like I’ve gotten older or that I am the age I am now. But, a lot of stuff *has* happened and I’m a little different now than I was back then. I just don’t think I’ve fully realized it yet.
I wonder when I will finally feel like a grown up.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart.
|—||Lydia Davis (via maxistentialist)|
Oh hey, it’s Wednesday, so I should probably post a pic but it’s been a while and I don’t remember how to do selfies and not be awkward so this is what you get. OK, bye!