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a bit of existentialism
Mar. 7th, 2006 03:03 pmMichael, Starbucks Michael, is moving to Austin.
So, I got to thinking: he lived his whole twentysomeodd years and I lived sixteen completely separate. Then somehow we have a chance meeting at his workplace and for almost a year, we've been friends. Now, he's leaving.
It's so odd to think I probably will never see him again face to face. And to think that he's going to be off somewhere in the world living his life, and I'm going to be off living mine, and all we'll have left is a memory. And over time, he may even forget me, and I him.
I can't wrap my mind around the ephemerality of our relationships. We meet so many people in our lives, but most only have a very small role. They just come in for a month or a year and then, poof!, they're gone. And you're left wondering your whole life if they ever fondly remember your encounter, or laugh at your trip in the street, or indignantly recall you cutting them off in an intersection.
I have Michael's e-mail address, but that's no indication if we will stay friends or keep in touch at all.
The very same thing could happen with DI fraquantance, now leaning more toward friend, Sam.
I'm afraid he might fade into a story I nostalgically remember at reunions.
So, I got to thinking: he lived his whole twentysomeodd years and I lived sixteen completely separate. Then somehow we have a chance meeting at his workplace and for almost a year, we've been friends. Now, he's leaving.
It's so odd to think I probably will never see him again face to face. And to think that he's going to be off somewhere in the world living his life, and I'm going to be off living mine, and all we'll have left is a memory. And over time, he may even forget me, and I him.
I can't wrap my mind around the ephemerality of our relationships. We meet so many people in our lives, but most only have a very small role. They just come in for a month or a year and then, poof!, they're gone. And you're left wondering your whole life if they ever fondly remember your encounter, or laugh at your trip in the street, or indignantly recall you cutting them off in an intersection.
I have Michael's e-mail address, but that's no indication if we will stay friends or keep in touch at all.
The very same thing could happen with DI fraquantance, now leaning more toward friend, Sam.
I'm afraid he might fade into a story I nostalgically remember at reunions.
