The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
clayrobeson

We started driving shortly after 10AM

You know, aside from Mel, Trish and Tim, I've not heard from ANYONE in Boston who doesn't have a Live Journal unless I wrote to them first.

Oh well.  Out of sight out of mind, I guess.

Yesterday, this bothered me a whole lot.  Today, not so much.  It's not that I don't care, but... I guess in the whole scheme of life it doesn't make a whole lot of difference.  Would I be that much better off if they HAD written?  Probably not.  I wasn't really the center of anyone's existence while I was there.  Was I important?  Did I make an impact?  Yeah, I'm sure I did.  But there's no one whose life is irrevocably incomplete because I'm no longer there.

I haven't been the center of anyone's existence in a very long time.  And speaking of which, during the 'purging' of crap I've been doing I came across a bunch of old love letters.  Sentimental turd.  It was actually really satisfying to drop them, unread, into the garbage.  More than closure, I had closure ages ago.  This was more a sense of finality.  No going back to dwell (and call it reminiscing) in another 5 years.  True, I only remember good times anymore, but... whatever.  Done is done.  Over is over.

It's weird fighting my genetically inherited pack-ratness.

me
The center of my world.
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