For the record, I know what YOU mean as well (read all about it via feeds).

Miss ya. If you wanna vent, you know where to find me.

:: wink and a flirty glance, as if it means anything. gawd knows you see/hear enough ::

I was seduced into thinking too much about the distant past this past while.

Gonna take up walking again.

I took one positive thing away from my reunion last week: a bit of healing in the thought that we were all just kids muddling through. People slapped me with labels too (some that I didn’t even know about at the time). But, in looking back through the yearbooks, I only see pages and pages of young faces that had little idea of what was important. I’ve heard a couple of old classmates that I didn’t know well back then get confessional about the old days. They too had their dramas and insecurities. I had thought - somehow, perhaps selfishly - that I was the only one. We were all in one big swirling pot of teenage confusion. Some of us took out our frustration out on others.

Like someone said on my LJ: Now is greater than all of the past.

It helps me to remember that cool and uncool are subjective to each individual. For every person who thinks you are, there will be at least one more who thinks you aren’t. You have a choice as to who you keep company with.

And maybe we will more easily “find our true selves” by not looking for them. They’re not some rock along the trail. They’re not even the search. They are the walking.

If you’re walking, you already are.

Even realizing this, sometimes I look at my feet too much anyway.