Of Last Nights

"I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone."
- Greenday, Boulevard of Dreams

I spent last night in a bar, with friends. Not best friends, not even friends I see that often, but friends nonetheless.

It shouldn't be such a big deal, spending time with people you get along with, but for me it is. It's an unbelievably big deal. If I could do that sort of thing more often life would be great. I'm not just talking about spending time with the people I was with last night (everybody does have other things to do) but just being out in general.

I don't get out enough. Someone keeps forgetting to unlock the cage.

It was strange being in the Branch last night though. Three months ago I would run into Tim G. in the Branch on Tuesday nights. Since then we've both graduated and moved out of New Brunscik...but still I run into Tim G. in the Branch on Tuesday nights. There are others too, guys who three months ago told me how anxious they were to get out of New Brunswick. How once they were gone they were never coming back to this shithole. How they always hated it. They almost looked at me in disgust when I said I kind of liked the old place. Three months later who is sitting in the Olive Branch? Those same guys. And they all look like they're loving it. They hated the place, and they enjoy it more than I do.

On the flip side it's good to run into people who are doing well. It sounds silly, most people don't like being reminded that they are a failure by hearing about other people's successes. But I'm not like that, I genuinely feel happy for people who do well.

It's not the same anymore of course. See we all used to have one thing in common, but now that's slipping away. We can try and hang on to it, but does anyone really want to? There's so much more out there that a lot of us have yet to find.

I told someone last night they shouldn't worry, they're only 21, they have plenty of time left to decide what they want to do with their life. Shit. I'm only 23. I have time too...just not quite as much of it.

So here's to hanging on to the only thing any of us had in common, and here's to finding new things to have in common with new people, and here's to me...because I have time.