2001:September:21
2001
I don't really have anything to say besides that. I've been really thinking about my F.A.G. I just got back from seeing Kent. It's funny how, with so many of my few twelve year friends, I only share one or two very very connecting segments. Other than that, we're fundamentally different. With Kent, we very much always can understand each other. Because of our shared pain, we've sort of had a spiritual fast foward in the same direction. With Mike, we share the nostaligic poinancy and can share the same references. With Eric, we are both keenly observant and strong personalitied. Eric is my most bizarre acquaintance in that he irritates the shit out of me for not "playing along to make it". With all of my twelve-years, I find it immeasurable comfortable to be with them now. I can be myself in such an efficient way. (and believe me, we all thought we'd NEVER be friends for very long after college).
Blah, blah. I'm over my anger, so I'm just going to listen to music or read about Zen (the last chapter in this Buddhism book I'm getting through). Mark's working until 3am tonight.
