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I met up with some old friends tonight, we talked about “the good ol’ days” and what was new in our lives since we had last seen each other. They were so astounded that I was living in another country for over a year and that Im leaving again with lofty hopes of never returning, or that Im a “natural” with babies.
The baby thing I can understand, I had never been around babies until recently. Even I didn’t know how it was going to affect me. But to say that they didn’t know how much I wanted to be as far away from “this place” as possible is moronic. Even my parents knew that I would eventually leave to a place hundreds if not thousands of miles away and talking to them would be a rarity because I had told them countless times.
The conversations were vapid and their lives so spiritless. It only took me an hour before I was off in the other room playing with 14 month old girl, named Asia, who was simply adorable.
Maybe its that pristine look you can only see in a childs eyes. Someone who hasn’t become tiresome, woeful and conformed. Things I hope to never become even when Im old and antiquated.