I’m in Broome today for work – I know, what a bitch of a job eh? – anyway I’m strolling through Chinatown trying to find a sandwich at 3pm – not easy – I almost had to go to Subway – when I spot a girl I knew at school.
She reminded me that it has been 25 years since I left high school this year. 25 YEARS!
How old did I feel? As old as her at least.
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It was like that at the 20th reunion – I left with the realisation that there’s a reason why I don’t see that many people from school… they weren’t my friends then and the passage of time – with little or no contact – has not changed things. I see the people I liked at school, and if I liked them and I don’t see them – well that’s usually because our lives have gone in different directions.
Still, it wasn’t a particularly comfortable feeling. I wonder if the same applies to facebook?
