tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post6594971685849105784..comments2023-04-09T16:07:39.987+01:00Comments on Wrinkled Weasel's World: Remembrance of things pastWrinkled Weaselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05291551539649118631noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19662178.post-28801680754680986612010-11-09T16:01:24.657+00:002010-11-09T16:01:24.657+00:00Relationships: in my experience, the ones forged i...Relationships: in my experience, the ones forged in the crucible of ect ect are the only ones that last. The people I was friends (*really* friends) with in my teens and early 20s are the only ones I could call friends now. I make acquaintances easily, but new friends hardly at all. One guy I met by chance on the internet turned out to be my less-evil twin and we have formed a good friendship, but other than that, nothing. On the basis of what you said, if I left all those as a fond remembrance I would have nothing.<br /><br />As for photographs of youthful years - every time I see myself in one of those, I have two thoughts:<br /><br />1. I was better-looking then than I thought I was;<br /><br />2. You poor bastard, you have absolutely *no idea* what's coming to you. Enjoy it while you can.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.com