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I have a friend who contacts me once every year or two, for old times' sake. (Or else it's to have someone to preach at, I'm not sure. He's what I'll call a "born again Enlightenment seeker".) Every time I realize more fully how estranged we are these days and why.
It's very weird. Looking back to the past, then seeing where we are today, gives me some kind of mental vertigo. How odd the paths we tread; how little I could have predicted then. Is this what growing older does? We see stuff like this more often, and our minds make us dizzy with it?
It's very weird. Looking back to the past, then seeing where we are today, gives me some kind of mental vertigo. How odd the paths we tread; how little I could have predicted then. Is this what growing older does? We see stuff like this more often, and our minds make us dizzy with it?
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Maybe the older you get, the more of these types of social contacts you have. I have a couple of these friends; I know exactly what you mean.
If you'd told me even 5 years ago that when I was 34 I'd be a SAHM with an infant and a toddler, I'd have died laughing. Me? Not me! I'm a feminist, after all - SAHM, indeed.
The home birth thing? Maybe I wouldn't have been quite so shocked at that, I dunno.
It's almost hard to remember what you were like when those years are over, y'know? Maybe we need those old friends to remind us of where we've been. *waxing philosophical*
Oh, by the way - I'm Erica, from W20s and then W30s. It's been a while since I talked to you, so I wasn't sure if you'd remember me. Just wanted to let you know that some random weirdo hasn't friended you. Heh.
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