Back When Return is always a weird experience. Because in the end see places and people you know and you know forever, but now that they no longer know who you are. Or perhaps, are the only ones who know it well. And then you find yourself answering questions on applications, up questions. What are you doing, where are you, how are you, what remains when you get back, as ever, my business, your cocks. Mica that I disturb me, eh. Do not bother me. It's just that every time I find myself climbing the walls using the Vetril like glue, to give explanations, details, information that typically, most of the time, I do not have to give. Meet old school friends who have not heard from you since the diploma, now, god bono, are almost 8 years, is an experience of regression. Go to retrace in a few minutes, trying to never be boring, all that's happened since that time we smoked a joint employment when the principal's office. At first I do not give them much importance, it is not traumatic or anything. There and then you can get away for better or worse, trying to understand by the look of your partner what are the details that matter most. What then, what do I say, are always the same.
Degree.
Money.
pussy.
The fact is that when you do not have any of those three things you have to play with great care. But even if you have one, two or all three. You can not just blurt out, saying, "Yes, I graduated, I have a job and I left my girl." Not so, not so fast. You have to build around a turn of phrase, a scaffold around these three basic concepts from which to make the old classmate / judo / soccer / booze stop the perplexed look with the raised eyebrow, hand on chin, and smile. He smiles because obviously you were able to satisfy his curiosity, which boils down to wanting to know if your life took a turn for the worse, if you made the end of the barrel wall or not. So are hidden in the smile that has drawn from comparing the findings to you. And it's always a smile, the reaction, whether positive or negative. Only change what is not said, the truth behind those teeth on display. That can be "look how lucky I am that asshole had" or "I'm looking bastard loser it is." Then, when everything is over, and maybe you find yourself alone for a moment, before crossing the eyes of someone else, a moment before you start thinking 'oh God, and now this how the fuck it was called, "Think of what you said, as you have explained, on which points you concentrate and repeat to yourself "but it's really all there is? It's that simple to summarize my life?". I do not know, but it is depressing. Perhaps then this is what distinguishes friends from acquaintances, the people who will always be those who have crossed over the years and you remember you only occasionally. So in the end while I am pleased to see familiar faces that the weather was foggy, the other I find myself uncomfortable, and if we do not understand is why they are dissatisfied with my life because I'm afraid that is not "enough" or because it would be like telling a complete stranger about the time when you've drunk a lot and slept on a bench. The questions of fact are meaningless when you have to do with who does not know you. And when those who know you only then turns to you, when the superficiality takes hold of a relationship, only then you realize you have lost a person. So well is the return to the past. Perhaps the only way to have a genuine relationship with people who no longer part of your life is back to being what you once had. Relive all the beers, the laughs, the events of the past forgetting everything else. Stand there and talk about that time when you had sent the janitor to get a whiskey at the corner bar. And smile, and that's it.
