Not Just Remembering, but Reminiscing.

I'm very grateful for my friends and family...

I forget a lot. I do this willingly. I don't know why, or how, but I think it's time for a change.

I've come in contact with a few people whom I haven't spoken with in some time now. For example, a girl from Ontario who I was friends with at a Canada-wide Christian event (Canada Youth, 2003). She found me on MSN today. We talked. No, she talked. I mean, I made it a conversation, and not a monologue, but she held the foundation. She told me stories of how she sat on my bed in my room (door open), and how I played, and it was just silence under our breath. And this other time, where her and her friend were talking about the most depressing things, and they started to cry. I stopped playing guitar to see if I could do anything, all she told me to do was continue playing. And I did. That memory was absolutely gone until she reminded me of it. And now I can see details down to the colour of my bedsheets, and the hat the boy was wearing. It is beautiful.

Also, I am going out with an old friend of mine who I was once very close with. We have both had a great deal of time since we last bonded, and a great deal of growing up too. I look forward to this date very much.

Tell me your stories worth mentioning, but lose the bullshit.

Your attitude must be alive. And strong. And human.

PS. Comment you fuckers!