Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A SENSE OF LOSS, AND OF CLOSURE


A guy I haven’t seen much of lately, an old favorite, came into Pukes for awhile to visit. In the past he has always said hello to me, but the last two times he has made a point not to. That in itself is not earthshaking, since loyalties in the Pukes room change from day to day or can depend on who else is in the room at the moment.





What I did find disturbing is how much this person has changed over the last few weeks. Spark, wit and personality seem to have faded away and he seems now just an echo of the silly, petty old women he spends so much time with in Pogo. There isn’t much about him left to admire so a snub from his direction has little, if any, impact, but there was a time when it would have cut me deeply. Now there is just a melancholy sense of loss and quiet closure on an old friendship once held dear.





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