And then, there was one…more

I’ve decided to start this blog, sort of like a therapeutic journal for me. I’m not really sure that I’m going to keep it all up to date and such. But an old friend has a blog, so I figured I’d make one for myself and see what was of it.

I guess I’ll post some random thoughts about what goes on in my bigoted mind. Maybe somehow this could be an outlet of pure and uncensored thought for me.

I haven’t had any interesting mind stimulating thoughts or conversation in a while. But a couple days ago I went out to dinner with a friend from high school. It was an interesting evening to say the least. Neither of us knew what to expect and both hesitated on even carrying out our plans for dinner. In hind sight, it was an excellent experience. Both of us were suprised by each other on many levels. I guess what made it so interesting was that even 8 or 9 years later, she was almost exactly who I remembered. There was nothing about here appearance, attitude, or history that distorted any perceptions that I had of her. If anything, it made her a little more absorbing.

So there’s my little blurb about something that’s historically insignificant, however has it's place somewhere inside my memory. Which leads me to this; If someone you once knew a long time ago asked for a second chance at knowing them, what would you say? My answer: Only if I thought it was worth it.