I was the best man in a bachelor party last weekend for my best friend. He's a guy I've known since seventh grade and I really couldn't ask for a better friend. It happened a long way from home and I was pretty much disconnected from my life, as it is, from Wednesday night to Monday evening. This pretty much sets the stage. 4ish days filled with time spent solely preparing my best friend to, well, take another person as his best friend (that last bit isn't completely fair, I got married almost a year ago so I got my new best friend first). Every experience is a learning experience and I learned a number of things.
- I hate how I've become so cut-off from my friends and, yet, I do nothing about it. That's not anything really new. I've known that for quite some time but this past weekend really brought to light how much I don't know about my friends when that distance begins to form. I become sad for the wasted time. I become jealous of the new relationships that form to take my place. I become estranged from this person that I've known for so long.
It's so strange going back to people you've known but fallen out of touch with. It's like watching a movie that has the exact same cast as a movie I've seen before but the entire plot has changed and the characters, though similar because of the directors choice in typecasting the roles, have changed but only to fit with the plot itself. It doesn't feel right. It feels like I relive the same moments but, since I myself have changed so much since I saw the last film, I know that I can't relate in the same way as I did to those characters the first time around. - I take life way too seriously sometimes. After getting home and talking with my wife about this, I've come to the conclusion that I think way too much and I really need to start doing instead of thinking. I won't be the next Socrates or Kierkegaard or MLK but, while it's noble to die for a cause you believe in, I really don't need to be that guy who dies for it. I'm not saying that it's good to be completely lax in one's morals but, at the same time, if you don't have any fun, if you get no pleasure out of life, then, how have you lived? In all seriousness, how have I lived? I'll have to think about that question a little more.
- I need to live more without preconceived judgments. There are times that I remember people for being saints and they're very much sinners. There are time that I remember people for the wrong they've caused me and they're actually very nice people. There are times that I remember people being really annoying and, after all these years, they've changed.
- I am very self-destructive person. I internalize my anger and turn it into something that would destroy me before it hurt anyone else. While it's better than lashing out, it leads to inappropriate responses on my part.
- I am fat and a lot less charming than I once was. I really need to do something about that. Also, I've been a big jerk to a number of people that I need to apologize for.
- I am getting older. I'm not saying that I'm about to die. Hopefully, I still have some years ahead of me but I am getting older. Just seeing the wedding makes me think about how far things have come and what left there still is to do, what's still even possible. Things kinds of events put life into perspective.
At any rate, I began writing my next blog topic so that should be out within the next few days. I hope you like what comes of it.
PS. I now have a love/hate relationship with the phrase "Everyday, I'm shufflin'!"