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And for another spelling: "Happy Chanoucca to all of you."
Now on to real life, if one can call it that. Life, in its usual manner, continues. Today though was pretty low key: I hung around, read, ate, etc, until Qian called: she's staying over here, currently in bed/asleep. So I'm once again the only one up. Qian and I went out for "tea" at the local diner with an old friend of sorts of ours whom I hadn't seen since senior year of high school. But she was someone I'd really admired and enjoyed the company of when I was in middle school, and even for a good portion of high school, although we were certainly not close at that point. She seemed awfully remote from who I remember her being, although objectively, I don't think the changes were that great: she's still an amusing, engaging person: tells lots of stories, smiles a lot, takes up a good bit of space with her personality. On the other hand- it felt much more fragile, more see-through, less captivating than it used to. It felt fake, although Qian disputes that. Certainly I couldn't see what I found so worthy of admiration, once upon a time. It was sad, in a way- to see what had been so important a part of my world at one point be so well, almost tawdry. That isn't the right word- but: what I perceived as bright and shiny once just isn't now.
Another realization I've had is that I'm totally outside the usual college thing about drinking. I think I've seen 2 folks I know drink at all, all year, and watched the purchase of one bottle of wine (for kiddush at that, and once bought and brought to dinner, we realized that our hostess was without a cork-opener, or whatever they're called). Whereas my sib, my closer friends from home, and the other folks I've seen at home- all talk about alcohol to some degree. It makes me feel very straight-laced, perhaps too much so. On the other hand- the idea of drinking makes me very nervous. It isn't that I so much want to change that about myself- I Don't. When I'm ready to, I will. It's just a change- the folks I know at school don't talk about drinking much if they do drink, I guess. A silly thing, but somehow it keeps pushing itself to the front of my mind.
Now on to real life, if one can call it that. Life, in its usual manner, continues. Today though was pretty low key: I hung around, read, ate, etc, until Qian called: she's staying over here, currently in bed/asleep. So I'm once again the only one up. Qian and I went out for "tea" at the local diner with an old friend of sorts of ours whom I hadn't seen since senior year of high school. But she was someone I'd really admired and enjoyed the company of when I was in middle school, and even for a good portion of high school, although we were certainly not close at that point. She seemed awfully remote from who I remember her being, although objectively, I don't think the changes were that great: she's still an amusing, engaging person: tells lots of stories, smiles a lot, takes up a good bit of space with her personality. On the other hand- it felt much more fragile, more see-through, less captivating than it used to. It felt fake, although Qian disputes that. Certainly I couldn't see what I found so worthy of admiration, once upon a time. It was sad, in a way- to see what had been so important a part of my world at one point be so well, almost tawdry. That isn't the right word- but: what I perceived as bright and shiny once just isn't now.
Another realization I've had is that I'm totally outside the usual college thing about drinking. I think I've seen 2 folks I know drink at all, all year, and watched the purchase of one bottle of wine (for kiddush at that, and once bought and brought to dinner, we realized that our hostess was without a cork-opener, or whatever they're called). Whereas my sib, my closer friends from home, and the other folks I've seen at home- all talk about alcohol to some degree. It makes me feel very straight-laced, perhaps too much so. On the other hand- the idea of drinking makes me very nervous. It isn't that I so much want to change that about myself- I Don't. When I'm ready to, I will. It's just a change- the folks I know at school don't talk about drinking much if they do drink, I guess. A silly thing, but somehow it keeps pushing itself to the front of my mind.