I ran into someone today who I knew when we were children together. It was one of those very strange meetings where you don’t know each other at all, yet you have the knowledge that you used to. J is a very fuzzy memory, I couldn’t have been older than 5 when I was dragged (drug?) to his house so my older brothers could do bible study or youth group or something else like that.
It was comfortable, though. We talked about how he moved away from Tupelo when he entered high school, which was a good time for him because hint hint it would have been cough difficult ahem and he would have been erm singled out. When he said that, I realized I didn’t have to ponder the meaning behind his pink rimmed sunglasses. There was a bubble machine going, and we got to watch Gavin dance in the bubbles. We discussed my desire to move back to Orlando so Gavin can be around a more ahem open and accepting culture.
Know what irks me? A society that makes us dance around the topics that are important to us to make sure acquaintances are ok with them. But still, catching up with an old friend. That was nice. :)
