Identity
I've started going back to my high school tennis courts to get some sun and exercise (not that IM East isn't nice). One thing, though, is that since going back, I've run into some people who haven't seen me since I graduated from high school.
Their reactions have been nearly identical each time: they simply don't recognize me right away. They even say this: "Man, I didn't recognize you at first?" or "I thought it was you, but from back there, I was thinking, 'No way could it be.' " Yeah, I have put on some muscle since high school and gotten a fairly large tattoo on my arm, but...that alone shouldn't cause such a case of the "whoozats?".
Do I walk differently or act differently than I did in high school? Undoubtedly. I surely don't notice it because it's probably so gradual and natural to me. But is that change so dramatic to cause a former teammate to not recognize me?
Who knows?
The summer's cranking up. The workload at my day job is growing each day, and by the start of next week, I expect to be there for 9 hours a day or more. Freelance, I've got a brochure I'm designing for a optometry clinic in Wayne, MI, and two heav-duty websites. All said and done, it's fairly safe to assume I'm going to disappear off the map for most of my friends. Weekends will become recovery-and-catch-up days. I guess I'm just warning everyone, this blog will probably be sparingly updated until I move back into East Lansing for my third year of college.
I should probably also warn my friends, those of you who read this, that a lot of my time is now spoken for. Please don't be upset if I can't hang out as much as before, or at all. Please don't take it the wrong way if I disappear or fail to respond in the middle of an IM conversation--I'm just on a roll with work. On that note, if I don't return your calls or IMs, chill--I haven't forgotten.
I'm a ghost until Autumn. Take care.
