This past weekend was filled with reuniting with different people from different stages of my life whom I had formed different relationships with who I hadn’t seen in what seems like forever ago..

One was from my old work place, one from college, and one from high school who’d I share many math club moments with.

There are few things as fulfilling and wonderful as opening up old chapters again and adding new pages to them–and bringing your past together and connecting it with your present.

On the other end of the spectrum my loneliest/most depressing times come shortly after those moments pass, as I sit by myself here reflecting on the good times that were had, and reminisce on not only in the immediate past but further back as well, to different times of my life.

It’s like the low one gets after being high the night before as your brain is deficient in serotonin as it regenerates them or something.

I blame the socal heatwave + humidity for the emo puke above.