Time can do so much.

While getting loaded on Friday night I looked around at my surroundings and found myself in a familiar environment totally lost. What the hell was I doing? I go to these bars by my mom's house and run into every person I have ever known and act like I give a shit. I don't. I stand and talk to meaningless people for what feels like hours at a time when I could be with my friends, getting drunker, or better yet, talking to good looking random guys who I could potentially hook up with. (Ok not in the burbs, cant bring boys home to mom's house anymore...its just too weird.) I waste my time trying to make up for being a raging bitch when I was 16. I act like these people still care. I am sure they dont, or at least hope they dont. Because I am no longer that same 16 year old bitch I will give them the benefit of the doubt.

Being by my mom's house just brings out the high school in me. I think being back there for a lot of people brings out the high school in them. We all act like we are still the same kids smoking weed in each others cars having intense stoner conversations about the future. We act like things havent changed and that time hasnt changed us. In some ways its comforting, in other ways, it's just creepy.

These people that used to know me still think they do and I them. I guess we will always know our most embarassing moments, secrets, who our virginities went to and the first time we got fucked up.