Clinged

Whoa. Twice in a day posting here. I can't fool anyone though, the other post was written over 2 years ago! Truth is that I got the writing itch once more. Talk about the need to express yourself, huh?

Today I find myself not surrounded by the online-people that used to populate this blog with sweet comments. I guess that at some point of our lives we took different roads and fell apart. We were once united by the love for a pop band and, though we still love them, it just turned silly to be talking about a boyband at the age of 27. I have to admit that this band is still my guilty pleasure, though I guess it's also a way of not letting go of what I once loved to death and made SO happy (and also incredibly annoying!).

Nowadays people laugh when you say to them "I like the Backstreet Boys" (feel free to insert the name of the guilty pleasure of your choice). But hey, I'm not ashamed of that... I think it's brave to admit it instead of hiding it. I dare anyone around my age to keep themselves from singing a song like I Want It That Way! Who doesn't know that tune??

Anyway, back on the topic of old friends, despite the fact that I still see what they are up to thanks to the wonderful world of Facebook, I feel like I don't know what to talk about when it comes to them. I know so much about them and yet.. something is missing. It's mesmerizing the fact that it's almost been 10 years since I first started talking to most of them and I wonder if they miss the old days sometimes.

I dislike the fact that I'm sometimes too attached to what happened instead of what could do. Clinged to the past instead of the future. I guess it happens to everyone from time to time. I hope.

Maybe all these thoughts are coming to me out of some sort of melancholy because I'm moving out. Maybe because I'm now single after a rocky relationship. Maybe it's just because I'm getting older. Or maybe only my way to be. Who knows?