I was at a course today and my trainer turned out to be an old friend from church. She wasn’t someone I knew very well, but we nonetheless knew each other.
It wasn’t as awkward as I imagined it would be, then again, I’ve come to realize that most things aren’t. My imagination usually makes things out to be far worse than they really are and my over-inflated sense of self imagines everything to revolve around me - like people would even bother with the kind of person I had become. I actually had a nice time catching up with her and how my old friends were doing. Its amazing how such conversations make me feel so old. Her son, whom I knew when he was just a pimply teenage boy (ok I wasn’t much older, only 4 years older, but when you’re 20, a 16 year old just seems soooo young), is now a young man. God, he was a teenager when I knew him, and now, I could well be dating him! Strange how age gaps really get smaller when you get older eh? I better go put more anti aging cream...
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