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01/31/11(Mon)03:29
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Dear /blog/,
I heard from my cousin after four long years. I went to his house to run some errand and he's there fiddling with the TV's remote. He's the one who introduced me to anime, well not really. He's still into the things that kept us together when we were still younger -- MTG, mecha and shounen anime, video games and toku. Well, I'm much worse than him as I'm more into 2D now. If I look at him now, he's /m/ and I'm /jp/. He asked me how I was doing. He heard that I was taken to the hospital, is all. I'm kinda okay. Just trying to suppress my movements and emotions so my balls won't swell again. Apparently, I cannot laugh, shout, jump, etc. as they greatly affect my condition. Okay, enough of that.
He was eager to show me the MTG cards he bought online. He just got back to playing again and asked me to build decks. I'm not really playing anymore but I'm still updated with new expansions. His loot was quite impressive to say the least. I didn't care anyway. Then he brought up video games. MvC3. Reliving the old days where we screwed each other at fighting games. It's like as if he's trying to keep me in the conversation. Not that I lose interest right away, I just don't like being there. When I told him to get MvC3 so we can play together. He suddenly told me it's impossible because he's planning his wedding and he's gonna need money.
Planning his wedding. Well, he's 29, has a stable job and a cute 3DPD. I'm not even shocked. I just realized that we were getting old. I jogged my memories of the people I knew. I remember them having 3DPDs, partying, and flirting. Some of them are already married. Most of them busy with their jobs. I once asked an acquaintance of mine how it feels to have a family and be a father. He can't explain it. But looking at them, I have mixed feelings. I really dunno how to feel.
I also remember rejecting their offers to go out. I'm not a heavy drinker, but I'd rather drink somewhere quiet by myself than be noisy somewhere else.
Are all of these really part of growing up?