We had Tara and I, and we are still living together (which I LOVE), Alison, and Emily, who is married and now has a 3-week-old baby (Hannah), and of course, Jessica. I am always nervous about reunions because I always worry if we'll still have anything to talk about since we're not living together anymore...or that we'll realize that we never liked each other...or something else just as ridiculous. Haha. I don't know why I worry about these things, but I do. But this went well, we caught up, laughed, all those good things.
And last night I ran into a friend who was in my ward my freshman year, and my FHE brother, and he also served the last six weeks of his mission in my ward in Germany, with his wife (sorry for the crappy syntax there). We chatted for about twenty minutes, maybe more, and it was really nice to talk to him and get to know his wife a bit more. Nothing but happy.
But somehow I always end up super pensive after these things happen and all I want to do is lock myself in my room for a few days and read and write afterwards... which is no good today because I have a date in three hours (bringing my college dating tally to the enormous number 8).
I think the reason I become so pensive is because I realize how much I love these people. Even people who are in my life for a matter of weeks, sometimes even days, sometimes even hours...I often take from them new paradigms, lessons, experiences, and on the occasion heartache. But if I've taken anything from any person in my life, chances are I'll remember them permanently (so far as I know...I'm not too old yet...). I just love people. I love what they do for me. Even when it's negative.
On the reverse of that, we went laser-tagging last night, and my ex-fiance is the general manager of the place where we went. I almost threw up from all the awkward tension in the air. So that was not the best reunion ever. Someday I hope he and I can have a pleasant reunion, though.




0 comments:
Post a Comment