note to my past self, and anyone still 17

[lagilman]

Remember how eager you were to wash the dust of high school from your heels (and every other part of your body)? It was a good idea, oh my younger self. You needed that time away, to grow, to get over the various traumas, to let living-life center you and settle you and lighten you all at once. High school is meant to be survived, not relived.

And yet...

Drinks with Old Friends tonight, and it's amusing, oh past self, how very little has changed...and yet everything has changed. The faces and the voices are the same and yet We who were 16 and 17 no longer exist -- the frustrations and fears that drove us like spurs are burned away and in their place live calmer, more easily amused-by-life souls. It's good.

But the shots of Southern Comfort? Those were bad. Very, very bad. *kicks Patrick for ordering them*

EtA: I am informed that, after I left, two more rounds of shots were ordered. Another thing, oh my past self, we have learned: when to say "no mas."

Comments

[neutronjockey.livejournal.com]

the frustrations and fears that drove us like spurs are burned away and in their place live calmer, more easily amused-by-life souls.

You were so tantalizingly close to poetry here Mme Gilman...

[lagilman]

Blame the southern comfort. *bleah*

[smoemeth.livejournal.com]

When I was 17, one night at 4am we discovered that Southern Comfort + Diet A&W Root Beer = Robitussin.

Ah, those were the days...

[arouraleona.livejournal.com]

...what a night that must have been...

[spiritworld25.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a great time. :)