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faux zen pose Sometime earlier this week it occurred to me that the people that I talk with the most at work are all seem to be around twenty-three years old. Now I'm not saying that that is a bad thing, but at the same time I wanted to talk with someone that had experienced some of the same things that I did years ago. Most of these people at work are doing things that I did years ago and this can only be expected. As seasoned as they might see themselves I still have eight years more time on this planet and there is nothing that they can do to change that fact. Soon this odd desire led to a phone call to an old college roommate of mine. He wasn't home, but I spent half an hour catching up with his wife. I don't think that we had spoken to each other in months if not a year. Somehow we just drifted apart while I was busy leading my life and they were taking care of theirs. Just talking with someone that had know me ten years ago felt good. I have nothing against my friends at work, but a two year working relationship is not the same as a ten year friendship. ... Ten days left until Christmas. Sixteen days left in the year. Between school and work there wasn't much time left for me to watch the calendar and I find all of this to be a tad surprising. ... Instead of sleeping after work I ventured back out to get my haircut. The shaggy locks had to be cut, because I couldn't take it anymore.
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