browsing through the weblogs of people that i once called friends but have since lost touch, i can’t help but wonder how different life would be if i had tried harder to maintain those friendships.

to be honest, i’m not entirely sure how it all happened to begin with. all i know is that now about half my “buddy list” is filled with people with whom i would feel awkward talking to again. so should i go out on a limb and pull a “hey, it’s been a while. you may not remember me, but…” or just go about my usual routine of pretending they don’t exist?

i’m ashamed to say that lately i’ve been busying myself with the latter. i keep telling myself that i’ll get back to them soon, that i’ll renew old comraderies and attempt to salvage the remains of my former social life one of these days.

but today is not that day.