So last night I had the craziest dream. So that you don't tune out on this post I won't go into details but lets say that it involved an old friend, Mike, from high school. It wasn't so much what the dream was about but the fact that I haven't really thought about Mike all that much since freshmen year of college. Due to this dream, all day today I have been thinking about my four years in high school. While the rational part of my brain knows that high school was hardly the best time of my life, the emotional part remembers it as a series of cliched clips that could be taken out of any teen movie. Before I go further I want to address the people who thought high school was the best time of their lives; I pity them. I would hate to think that the best time of my life happened when I was so young. I am looking forward to my 20s like woah. I even think that my 30s will be something to write home about. It just seems to me that those people are selling their futures short.
Back to the main point of this post, my memories of high school don't seem to coincide with what actually happen. I met up with my best friend from high school, Elyse, tonight for coffee. She and I were having a great time reminiscing about all that we had been through together during the last two years of high school. When I really think about the past I can come up with many memories that are particularly happy but those aren't the ones that readily surface. I think that that is one of life's small blessings. When thinking about the past, it seems that the memories that resurface are predominantly the good ones.
Watching: Michael Phelps win his seventh Gold.
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I've been super crabby about leaving Madison. After that post, I've realized that I didn't really have such a great time with you after all. Thanks for the help, I feel SOOOO much better!
Well it was about to come out some time. Lets just call our friendship what it was, a sham.
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