Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye

I saw an old friend last night. He greeted me as soon as I entered the apartment...or, rather, I greeted him with a drunken smile and kiss that might've lasted a little too long. But you can't blame me - I'd been sitting at the pub since 6, it was midnight, and I was still shaking the glitter off from a night of social chaos.

"Do you remember what you used to call me?"
"Tex. I'd never forget."

In any case, it was a blast seeing him. Old friends remind me of better times, even though in reality those years weren't exactly better than my present is. They were just...different. I often wonder about the way we tend to idealize our past. I suppose doing so gives us the right to complain about what's happening in the now, since it's the only thing we can really compare today to.

"You're a very cool woman."
"Cooler than her?"
"You're different."
"Well, what am I 'er'? I want to be something 'er' than her."
"You're younger."

So what about my mission to make Today better? Well, it's a delicate balancing act. While I remember the past fondly, I also remind myself that Today will be part of the 'good old days' soon too. It avoids wasting time thinking that my life sucks, since I know I won't look back on it that way anyway.

"I remember how flustered you got when I beat you at pool."
"I never flustered. I let you beat me."
"You're a big liar."
"Yes, dear."
"I hate how those words always work on me."
"Yes, dear."

Seeing him brought back really great memories.
Being with him made some pretty good ones, too.