moving on
Yesterday, I passed by two old friends without speaking. By "old" friends, I mean people I knew prior to going to Japan and had some close acquaintance with-- but have now drifted apart from. People whom I don't really know any more for some reason or another.

Rather than stopping myself along my gravitational curve toward home, or class, or wherever I was going, if even just to say "hey," I kept on moving. Why? Because I'm tired of painful small-talk and failed reconnections... or maybe I just don't WANT to reconnect.

I looked back with slight regret at not asking "how are you doing?" The truth is that I'm doing fine, and somehow that means more to me than trying too hard to reignite the lost flame of friendship.

Does this happen to anyone else?