Living in the Past...

Spent Thursday and Friday night working with some old "friends". Old in several ways. Old in that we really aren't friends anymore, but we used to be. Old in that there's a lot of old drama between us, and that seems to lurk over us. And old in that everything we seem to be able to talk about is just old. Tired. Boring. Passe.

I feel like that with a lot of people around me, lately. It's weird, I don't know how to describe it, much less blog about it. But I'll try. Do  you ever feel like, when you're around some people, you're trapped in a time warp? Like you want to talk about the present, or even the future, but they just want to talk about the past? Do you ever feel like some of your friends live in the past? 

Living in the past can manifest itself in 2 ways: Constantly bringing up old memories (rather than actively making new ones), and just being obsessed with past mindsets. Example: I have one friend who is obsessed with boys. I say boys because it seems she is unaware that real men do not keep up the level of drama that she is consistently involved in, but boys do. She's always texting about a new boy, if he has light skin, light eyes and curls, she's in love. And the relationship never pans out. I feel like I'm in 10th grade, sitting on the bleachers, watching the seniors on the basketball team walk by and dreaming. I want to tell her we've grown up from that stage. I don't think she has though.

I have another friend who's always depressed. Depression might have worked when all we felt we had were our journals in high school to scribble notes in angrily about all the wrongs we suffered. But we're grown ups now. There's therapy, yoga, church, or the ability to just get the heck over it already, and work everyday to make your life better. Seems some friends would rather wallow in the old reality than cocreate a new one. 

And my problem is I want everyone to evolve in the same way I evolve, in the same time frame. Now that I'm free, I don't know what to do with people that are enslaved to past ways of living or thinking. Its like I've got survivors guilt. I feel bad for growing up, and feel its my job to help you grow up too.... 

to be continued...