Okay, so I've been feeling a little out of sorts lately. No, more like a lot out of sorts.
Frankly, you would too if you did horribly in almost every class in college that you'd worked so hard for, only to be destroyed by pompous TA's, unfair grading policies and an unfortunate law created by Hardy and Weinberg that you failed to understand.
Then, you come home to the friends that you've missed immensely only to find that they've changed, perhaps for the better - or perhaps for the worst - but you wouldn't know because they no longer care about keeping up friendships from their past.
It's really beyond your understanding; after all, you haven't changed all that much, if anything, you've changed for the better. You're less annoying, attempting to be more of an intellect and refrain from mentioning any sort of music that might give away your love for musicals or a-capella.
But there is nothing you can do, so you press on. You call your friends from college - who don't know you nearly as well - and spend the new year with them. You throw yourself into movies that you'd been meaning to watch and read the books you'd been meaning to read. But there's still that nagging feeling that you're missing something.
There's a void that once held your dearest friends. But there's nothing you can do. You could try to win them back, but if they don't want to continue to be your friend in the first place, why even try?
Once you've accepted all this - and written a self indulgent blog post about it - then you have some closure. Maybe now I can just get over the fact that people change. Or maybe not. But I'm sure going to try.
