Life happens

I just hung out with some old friends. Friends I haven't seen in years.

My ex-boyfriend and two of his friends. This is the relationship I was in where we were both way too young and stupid. He had a lot of crazy fun friends, and I was part of the whole gang. But after we broke up I ran from the whole scene. I didn't want anything to do with irresponsible guys that spent all their time having fun and not using their brains.

So I threw myself into being a total workaholic and hooked up with an arrogant workaholic web designer who was too uptight to ever have fun. I turned all uptight and holier than thou on them.

Hanging with the ex and the ex-gang was weird. Nostalgia seems to be the theme of my life right now, and tonight was no exception. They're all spending their lives doing nothing and enjoying themselves along the way. The ex paints buildings. One guy's still a semi-pro snow boarder addicted to backpacking around the world. And the other one's always fishing.

One close friend committed suicide last year. I didn't know he died, and nobody told me. When I knew him he was definitely battling depression, and was already crossing the line from eccentric into totally crazy. As far as I know he never got any professional help. To be honest, I was shocked, but I wasn't surprised at the news.

Another friend's been in jail for two years. He's finally coming out next month. This was his second time. I hope he stays out this time. In America he might have been given a chance at rehab, and maybe he would have been diagnosed with a disease. Here he's just a criminal I guess.

It's been maybe four years since I really hung out with these guys. Life's been happening to all of us in the intervening years, it seems. I'm definitely not the little girl in hippie clothes I used to be (thanks to one of the guys for reminding me of my old wardrobe).

Life happens...