And I’ve real­ized tonight that I have more un-resolved issues to rec­on­cile than I pre­vi­ously thought.

Think­ing of the past, and fan­ta­siz­ing about what lives my pre­vi­ous acquain­tances might now have, it makes me feel lazy, and unim­por­tant.

(both might be true)

Maybe its a last-ditch attempt to try and impress old friends and make old flames jeal­ous (even though they ought not be?)

I’m not sure of any­thing any­more, except that, regard­less of how socially awk­ward I was and still am, I miss my old friends.

Frankl said it best, life can have mean­ing in one of 3 ways, and one of those was by expe­ri­enc­ing some­thing OR encoun­ter­ing some­one.

Maybe mean­ing can be found by sim­ple encoun­ter­ing friends, even if they have no super-meaning for soci­ety as a whole?

Or is this another futile, fruit­less attempt at self-affirmation? Another attempt to direct what lit­tle ambi­tion I have left at defin­ing myself in spite of what I have failed at, what I may have suc­ceeded at, and what I have still yet to dis­cover about myself?