By takhar on Skatehive
Life ever hardly goes back to normal the way before once this said normalness gets disrupted, yet it's almost an inherent human ability to do our level best to try taking life back to normal. I wonder what normalness we're seeking here, the one with the comfortable ignorance we used to enjoy, or one without the scars recently acquired? Catching up like old times is one of my least favourite phrases to utter when crossing paths with old friends, primarily because it feels like a request to perform a version of myself that has long since retired. I'm thinking of exploring normalness on a mundane level here, via returning to past times with a good degree of known certainty. I tend to notice old friends crave that type of script, say wanting to have the dialogue to flow just as it did five years ago because that predicts a safety of sorts that they felt to have lost. On my side, the script is dusty. I have nothing against the past; good or bad times don't last, and reminiscing about tho