i was briefly wistful for the past, but i think it's only so ideal because it's different than what's now. i miss the grand unplanned trip to the home of a non-compatriot, the mile-long walk and subsequent wander of a comforting area, the two hours to burn, the goddamn mid-week half days that were, if nothing else, an excuse to buy a pizza with friends. though there's a million bad things to forget when i try to remember the good as i am a cynical little bastard, i miss being around people who at least put up the facade of liking one another.

i suppose my point is that solo flight is what works for me, but the ancient innocence and the like was memorable.

i'd like to recapture the essence of it and figure out what exactly it is i miss about that dynamic. i'm pretty sure i'm just missing something by being friends with all sorts of people on individual levels.

on a tangent: what the fuck is up with me and addressing my own shortcomings lately?
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