[prev] Mon, 04 Sep 2006 00:39:32 -0400 [next] [life] - [comment]
So I've been going through a lot of boxes and stuff that have just sort of travelled with me for the past 4 years. I find boxes suitable containers for lots of things, and take advantage of their ability to hold stuff and their general squareness fairly frequently. They are also easy to shove into closets and ignore, usually for about 4 years or so.
I've run into a lot of old (let's quantify 'old' -- between 2 to 8 years ago) photos, cassette tapes, CD's, documents, and other stuff. It's a process that can't help but cause one to reflect on the road not travelled, decisions not made, college courses not passed, stuff like that. In short, it's wholly depressing.
It's also made me recall how terrible I am at keeping in touch with old friends. Now I already knew that I was bad at calling people, writing emails (I was going to put 'letters', but ha), and the general things that good, friendly people do. But then again, I realized, none of these old, good, friends are hot to keep in touch with me, either.
This can mean one of five things. Either these people are (1) miffed that they haven't heard from me, (2) are, themselves, lousy friends, or (3) are progessing with their lives at such a pace that they do not have time to reminisce, (4) do not have boxes, or (5) are dead. Now since I would like to think that most of my contemporaries are still among the living, and boxes are readily available, that probably limits us to (1), (2), and (3) as legitimate choices.
I think I'll probably email a few people over the next couple days to see what's going on.
Tomorrow is Labor Day, so I will be laboring. I hope to leave early.