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I'm sitting in my house and the girl (now woman) who lived across the street as a college student has just brought her husband-to-be over to meet her parents (my neighbors) and has brought along the future husband's parents.
Laughable, of course, but I once dated her....almost a decade ago.
Its like living on some kind of William Faulkner novel where the only thing that changes is time.
Wow, I really have lived too long in one house, in one town :)
It must be wierd seeing the girl you dated, planning to get married to someone next door.
Fortunately I don't have this problem (yet). I've been moving all over the place the last couple of years. I might be moving again next weekend. And then again next year, in with my gf if all goes well by then.
Oh, it is weird. Yeah, she lived across the street from me with her parents while she was in college. Used to tan in her bikini, laying out on her parents' front lawn while I was cutting my lawn across the street. We'd get to talking and that's how I asked her out a few times.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mishanya [Dear Guest/Member you have to reply to see the link.click here to register]
Now, she's getting married to some guy.
Up to this point, I never lived in one place long enough to experience the "life cycle," so to speak. If I stay here, I'd imagine I will see her showing up her babies one day soon to visit her parents. Yikes. Life goes by quick, doesn't it!
Have fun with your gf, Mish.
I've never lived in one place for 10 years.
I've never spent more than 2 years in any suburb, state, or nation since birth. If you find it an issue, CAM.... move out/sell/rent it out to someone else.
Though you shouldn't find it an issue at any rate.
10 years on is nearly enough time for a new generation to hit puberty and breed.
LOL. Exactly right, particularly the last sentence. No joke. The girl down the street was in 5th grade when I moved here. Now, she has a bachelor's degree and is starting graduate school.Quote:
Originally Posted by Doc Durian [Dear Guest/Member you have to reply to see the link.click here to register]
I've sat in the front room window typing my brains out on manuscripts and literally watched the world go by. I'm like the eccentric writer in "Finding Forrester" except I'm not a famous novelist.
Writers need change and challenges. You should either move or confront as it would accomplish both ends one way or another.
"move or confront" --could you explain what you meant by "confront"? Thanks :)
Confront why it is that you care so much what your neighbours do. Unresolved feelings towards her, perhaps? Possibly an internal issue of yours which isn't ex-gf specific? Why should it matter if 10 years onwards, she's getting married?
Life goes on...
Oh, it doesn't matter. I have no feelings for her and never did. It is more or less just a "where's my life going?" moment, given everything that is going on in my life. Everyone's life is hectic sometimes and then when you have these, "Damn, I have no time to live" moments. Realize that I'm trying to live my life but I oftentimes put myself on the clock of my aged family members...in essence, I lived my whole professional life in "compressed time" before I was 40 and now what? In a decade, I did as much if not more than what most people do in a career. I sometimes think that I do nothing and then look back and say, "Holy shit, in two weeks I did what a colleague of mine did in five years."
No, nothing specific about the woman. Who cares about her--she's just a marker in my time travel called life.