Monday, April 07, 2008


So, I'm breaking rule #1. It's late at night, but I'm not feeling particularly stressed, so this shouldn't be an overly dramatic post. Of course, the "e" in my myers-briggs has been fairly satisfied all weekend with an abundance of friends and people around.

Earlier this week, I got a phone call from an old friend and some things were revealed to me that I wish had remained unsaid. I've been overanalyzing (as I am wont to do) for a couple days now and feel it's best to "out it" by putting pen to paper, or finger to keys.

I've known this person for a long time now. Our friendship has been a pendulum swinging from friendship to more than friends back to friendship for the past few years. In this last conversation, the conversation that will go down in history as the "conversation when things should have been left unsaid," I realized how different I am from my first introduction to this friend.

Maybe it's not so much that I am different, but that I am the same as I was and he is the same person he was. Maybe it's like the quote in my headline, "We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves." So, as I grow more like myself and he grows more like himself our lives become more and more divergent as we continue to act true to our nature.

I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, but it's been swimming around in my head the last couple of days.