Old Shit

It's so uncomfortable seeing people from the past. I recently ran into the grandmother of an ex-best friend (K). She had raised K, and I thought she was Ks mother for a long time. Anyway, I was freaking out inside, but tried to be polite. She had her great grandchild with her. Not Ks kid, but her sisters. K has a baby.

Ks grandma made me give her my number, I was so happy they never called. I'm not on Facebook for a reason. When relationships die out, they should just stay that way. Especially grade school one. It's unhealthy to be connected with people you played with in kindergarten. At least for me, I have no interest in them.

In grade 7, K and I got matching sweatshirts. We even named them. Dark grey sweaters with a dagger/dragon/skull design. Studs on the hood. We thought they were so cool. The other kids probably made fun of us. I still have mine and it's too big on me. It must have swallowed eleven year old me right up.

I've been considering donating it, along with a jewellry box K gave me for my birthday once. The jewellry box is cute, but I have better ones. The sweater is ugly, but I still have a hard time parting with it. I wear it around the house when my better sweaters/cardigans/robes are unavailable. Like right now.

Instead of thinking about K when I wear it, I want to think about my other associations with it. Like Apollo our cat sleeping in it while I wear it. He looks like a very odd baby bump. He's been sick lately, but is getting better. I thought he was dying a week ago a cried like crazy. He's fine now.

I dunno, I'll probably get rid of it at some point. Maybe after I wash it next. It's an ugly sweatshirt and isn't very warm. It's from fucking Wal-Mart. Fuck this nostalgia shit.

Also, I have loved every version of this song that I have heard so far.