I've come to the conclusion that I am going to forget about a lot of people that have been in my life. I won't forget the times we shared, the fun things we did, the things learned, but I will simply leave them be. Because so many of them were once called friends but now are not worthy of such a title. They never talk to me or respond to messages and whatnot. A lot of these people are on my Facebook, some married, engaged, dating someone, or at a far off college. Which brings me to another point of not using Facebook as much.
Dawn Of Change
Life's Sticker
So, yesterday when I was on my way home I was stopped at a light waiting for it to turn green. I noticed the car behind me had two females in it, both of an age beyond mine, but not that much older. I watched as one of them moved forward in their seat and kind of squinted her eyes as she was trying to read the sticker on the back of my car. Then the other female proceeded to look at the sticker and read it too. Once they realized what it said they both started laughing. It was great seeing them laugh at the sticker I had put on my car those years past. Looks like life is still worth living for a while longer, I'm not a complete waste to society, after all, the choice I made to put that sticker on my car, did in fact make two people laugh.
Ahhhh, another uneventful day.
Sadness
Yesterday I had gone to IKEA for some new pieces of furniture. While I was there I had come across a couple of beautiful girls, which I assume were sisters, that were there with their mother. I saw them a few times while wandering the vastness of the upper floor of IKEA and thought I should ask one of them out, but which one? Both were cute. On one of our many crossing of paths I heard them talking and assumed that one was married, or at least dating someone from what I heard,the older looking one. I couldn't see her hands well because her jacket sleeves were pulled down on her hands covering where any rings could be, but I had decided I would ask the other girl anyways because she seemed to have a more interesting personality based upon things I witnessed in the store. So, I started walking towards them, and at this point I noticed the supposed mother was gone and thought this would help my approach for various reasons. I reached her, almost getting her alone, her supposed sister was a handful of feet away and had stopped to watch us talk. I had asked what her age was, which was the same as mine, and then asked if she was single. She replied with: "No I'm not, I'm sorry." and I replied with something nice and left. And that was the sadness of my day.