Tuesday, September 08, 2009

comfort zone.





I learned that you shouldn’t get too comfortable with anything, anyone, or any idea. There comes a point where you have what’s called “the usual”, “the girls”, or “the regulars”, as certain groups that you hang out with. Then there comes a time where “the usual” becomes “the no-longer there”. “The girls” becomes “Those girls”. “The regulars” becomes “The distant strangers” who ignore you when you pass them on the streets, because the time and growth have apparently damaged the ability to talk face to face without the awkwardness. I don’t have labels for those I hang out with. They are friends, close friends, and nothing more. I rather not give anyone the opportunity of permanence if no one is going to stick around long enough, anyway. Maybe it means I’m being a pansy, but no one said it was wrong to be cautious.