The problem is, I never took into account the relentless pull of gravity.
You have a girlfriend, and everyone asks, “So when are you two getting married?”
You get married.
You’re married, and everyone asks, “So when are you two going to have children?”
You have a child.
You have a child, and everyone asks, “So when are you having the next one?”
If you two weren’t married, would you still be friends?
1 month ago
One of the most frustrating things is having 10 unfinished posts laying in my “Drafts” folder. I have a sense of where I was going with these posts, but as I much as I can try to, I know for a fact that I will never be able get myself in that mindset again. Trying to revive the thoughts and emotions that were embedded in the writings would make me feel like I’m trying to step into someone else’s shoes. I wrote them; I know I did. But it wasn’t the same me.
That’s the thing about growing up: we are constantly changing, and “eventually, over time, we all become our own doppelgangers: these completely different people who just happen to look like us.” The posts look like me, but we aren’t the same. The fact that I am a completely different person from all these people who left the written thoughts unfinished is a little unsettling right now. But if I abandon those posts, would I be completely abandoning myself?