7.01.07

Sunday:
For the first time in maybe five years I decide to pull out the old photo albums and finger through them. Every gathering, major event and group vacation from 18 to 25 is well documented because I was a picture taking freak. I’m not sure what happened or what changed but for some reason I just stopped taking pictures. But there it all was, so many memories I hadn’t thought about in so long. Me 100 pounds heavier, with more hair, a goatee. How different everyone else looked too. We were happy and young and closer once. And so much of that has changed. I’ve been thinking that I was fine without some of them still in my life, more than the once a year, major event pleasantries. But looking at some of those pictures made me kind of miss them. I miss being young. I miss being carefree. I miss group vacations to Florida, Michigan, Chicago. Of course those tiny moments frozen in time were only the good moments. It’s easier to forget the hurt, the misunderstandings, the break ups, all the things one doesn't usually find in a photo. So fooling myself into believing it was all good and that there really is something perfect worth missing is pretty easy to do. The shiny happy people, all the smiles, staring back, not knowing what lay ahead of them. How it would all end up.

I found a picture of Chrissy S. in one of the albums and I remembered how funny and sweet she was. And then today I decided to go to Burger King for lunch, a place I never go, but I just had a craving. And as I was sitting there waiting for my food I looked behind me in my mirror and there was Chrissy. It’s been 9 or 10 years since I last saw her, I see a picture of her last night, and there she was. As if she were conjured up by magic. Crazy.