Stephanie (collacentaur) wrote,
Stephanie
collacentaur

After ten years - the important ten years, no less - where would I even begin?

I guess that's the key to all the people I miss from before college. I wouldn't even know how to pick up from where we left off, because I barely remember who I was, whenever it was. How could I even find a place to start to explain who I have become, and why?

I'm having a hard enough time trying to figure out how to re-establish one or two lost friendships with people I never lost contact with in the last four years. I'm trying to figure out if it's worth the effort, the risk. I'm unsure of my pacing, and of the soundness of my decisions. Most days I'm willing to fight for even a shadow of what I remember. Some days I think it's a waste of my time, that the conclusion is inevitable and I shouldn't set myself up for disappointment.

How much more so would it be with someone I no longer know at all, who no longer knows me? For someone who, most likely, never really knew me at the time? How do I get from Shy Repressed Anti-Social Band Geek to... well, Shy Repressed Anti-Social Gamer Geek. Perhaps I overestimate my own change. And yet, while my base self-assessment hasn't changed that much, I think my outlook and perceptions and values certainly have. How on earth could I express that, and how I came to where I am?

The problem with memories is that it will always seem more extreme - the good parts get better, the bad parts get both better and worse. I remember the friends and the friendships better, more fondly, and gloss over all the flaws. The problems seem comparatively insignificant, but the time I remember them taking and the strength of my reactions both become larger.

So I reminisce over the friendships long gone by, which were probably never what I remember them to be, and wish I could get back in touch with people I probably wouldn't have anything in common with anyway. That truly is a waste of my time, regardless of anything else.

I'm tempted to skip right over the letters to the few people I have left and get to the ones to people I still know. More challenging, and riskier, of course... but I could use a challenge or two. But there's only about four left, and one of them I have to write. We'll see.
Tags: dear friends, nostalgia
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