tell me what you know about dreams

I have had this post in my head for a while (though I caution that though the content was previously mulled over does not mean that it will be better written or more interesting…besides, I write this more for me than anyone else) but I haven’t taken the time to actually type it up. One of my friends just left today and although I very much hope to see her again, the truth is that she most likely won’t be back for at least a year. I only knew this girl for three months? Two and half? Not very long at all, but I enjoyed her company and was actually pretty sad when I found out she was leaving so soon. However, the interesting part of the story is this, I knew that she was leaving when I met her.

Which brings me to another story. Last summer I met a boy at a friends house, he was British and ever so witty and we hit it off almost immediately. From that day we would spend a great deal of time together, going to movies, out to eat (all of it completely as friends) hanging out with the boys that I met him through etc. He was a great friend, I valued his company and so on and so forth. When I met him I knew he was going to go home in two months, which brought me to a decision, or rather a question that had to be decided upon: Is it worth it to have a good friend for two months? To invest time in someone that is just going to leave? Then I was bothered to think about all the fleeting friendships that I’ve had, and how some of them have been the ones that have marked me the most. Alexis and PJ were only here for a while, but I’ll remember them for much, much longer than that. The conversations, walks, car rides, movies and meals.

This brings me to the part that I actually was intrigued to write about. Your life goes with you. There is no stopping points. No pick ups or black spots. It’s never a to be continued or cliffhanger. It never stops. If I were to hop on a plane bound for Russia, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear the phrase, “Leaving life behind.” As if it just stops. But how can it? We take life with us where ever we go, we make new friends (even for short times) and we never quit learning and marking ourselves with new things. It just can’t end.

I heard a hip hop song that changed my life: Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi, Ratatat, and MGMT and I’m reading a ridiculously well written novel called the Seven Types of Ambiguity by Eliot Perlman. Lastly, I have another summer goal:
To get better at crossword puzzles.

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