Today's mood was tinged with the knowledge that I'd missed a big part of my friend's life. I met his fiancee briefly during my cross country move. That was the first I even knew of her. I guess it pains me to no longer be so involved with my friends doings that I miss stuff like engagements.
Those thoughts led, in turn, to ponderances if the friends left behind in Boston, and how their lives are going on without me.
I don't know about everyone else, but I often worry about wether or not people miss me as much as I miss them. And I'm not just talking about folks I've left behind recently. I still remember my best friend's name from fourth grade (Jack Wang-- and only recently has the humor of the name become apparent). And every time I think about him, or my first crush (the one I took up clarinet to be closer to), or other people from my past, I wonder if they ever think of me.
Again, I'm not depressed. Fear not. I'm just doing the melancholy musing thing. :)
Thanks to everyone who was concerned, though.
Till death do us part