It's only a fabrication, this place is all in my head

My last post, when I first conceived of it, was going to be about how, on the same night as I tasted the pure, unbridled joy of baseball fandom at its best for the first time in 15 years, I also experienced the similar joy of seeing old friends for the first time in ages. In this case, in eight years, the vast majority of which were spent with regrettably little contact at all. But then I kinda got caught up in the Phils and forgot. It was strange seeing people from Dwight, though in entirely different ways than I'd imagined. Turns out, even when around my friends from high school, I've either grown out of my awkward phase or grown to love it or a little of both, but whatever the case, I was more in my element with them than I ever remember being. Given how detached I felt from a lot of what went on in my Dwight days, it really shocked me how much it felt like going home having a beer with that crowd on the upper west side. Suffice it to say, the Phils alone would've made that a night I'd remember for a long, long time, but the hours of drunken reminiscing which followed made it truly special. As always, life reminds me that the only thing I'll ever really know is that everything I think I know is subject to change, and that's the way I love it. I <3 entropy. Click me for the rest!