…you kiss someone and it’s as if ten years have collapsed into nothing…and then you realize that perhaps you were wrong. but said conclusion has few, if any, undeniable consequences.
I talked to a friend today who is moving out the country for good, presumably. He was short with me, and I was offended. I realized, finally, that I am one of fifty. A friend, but not intransiently.
(as a corollary.) sometimes, you realize that you just gave someone terrible advice. And that they believed you, but now it’s too late. It’s like smashing into a parked car in your dreams. It rudely wakes you up, and the rest of the day is consequently tumoultuous.
you feel like you’re always starting over…but somehow never getting anywhere.
“and that’s all you can do about some things.”