Alas (drunkem blogging 2)

Alas, we are all sembalances of our youth. That we should clearly see. The enegetic optimism that we as children have so readily is replaced by the daily anachronisms we call our maturity. Gone is the time where even the smallest of spiders threatened the very existence of our friendships. Gone is the time when just a brilliant touch/save to an adjacent post was equivalent to legend among our peers.Gone is the time when to lose your marbles meant not insanity but loss on a grand childish scale. And gone is the time when every single person you know mattered.

Now, you meet people... You say Hi I'm this guy. I do this... They respond... Hey. I'm this guy. I do this...

So are you into this? Yeah I'm into that, a bit. Are you into this? Yeah, a bit.

The reseravations. Yes the reservations. Aysus.

I hope I'm like this only because everybody is like this.

If I'm the only one, I may have to get even more severe than I already am. Haha!