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juldeaI've learned the way of many of my friends that if I want to be writing more LJ posts, I need to write them on my Treo during transit/downtimes and post them later. Hence, this is being "penned" during my morning walk to work. Hurrah!
(Alternately, I could look up how to post by email, as I have a gmail app. for this thing. I'll have to research which is easiest.)
Every now and then I casually wonder how long it'll take before I bump into Jason (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
altair) on the subway one day. Then I'm reminded that there's not a lot of reason to assume he's ever in Boston proper anymore - he didn't leave Brockton for much more than me and school, and he's been (well, should be) done with both for a few years now. So unless he moved into the Greater Boston Area after graduation - and he's a programmer, so it might have happened - he's probably not riding the subway much.
Then, of course, I ponder whether I should send him an email one of these days and try to meet up for dinner or something. Really, though, all I'm looking for there is absolution of all the guilt I've been carrying for all of these years about how badly I handled that breakup. Do I really need to dredge up those old wounds in order to feel better about myself? Isn't this a case where I should just let sleeping dogs lie?
So these are the thoughts - well, a small section of them - on my morning commute. The train is about to pull into Park, so I guess it's time to stop typing.
Note from several days (a week?) later: the issue with making posts this way is I still have to remember to transfer them from my data card to the computer, and apparently HotSynching does not do this for me even though I tell it to. Doh!
(Alternately, I could look up how to post by email, as I have a gmail app. for this thing. I'll have to research which is easiest.)
Every now and then I casually wonder how long it'll take before I bump into Jason (
altair) on the subway one day. Then I'm reminded that there's not a lot of reason to assume he's ever in Boston proper anymore - he didn't leave Brockton for much more than me and school, and he's been (well, should be) done with both for a few years now. So unless he moved into the Greater Boston Area after graduation - and he's a programmer, so it might have happened - he's probably not riding the subway much.Then, of course, I ponder whether I should send him an email one of these days and try to meet up for dinner or something. Really, though, all I'm looking for there is absolution of all the guilt I've been carrying for all of these years about how badly I handled that breakup. Do I really need to dredge up those old wounds in order to feel better about myself? Isn't this a case where I should just let sleeping dogs lie?
So these are the thoughts - well, a small section of them - on my morning commute. The train is about to pull into Park, so I guess it's time to stop typing.
Note from several days (a week?) later: the issue with making posts this way is I still have to remember to transfer them from my data card to the computer, and apparently HotSynching does not do this for me even though I tell it to. Doh!
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