The title is to be misleading if you think, after reading it, if you have read it, and if you are reading this you have. To define it, I explain. I wish I was eighteen again, not to be young and green to life but to be able to see and be with some of those I have not seen since.
As the earth has rotated so many thousands of times and the hands of clocks have spun 24x364 time more giving age to our existance. Mankind is responsible for the time that has passed. The recording of history and marking of minutes, etc... have made me, put me in the elder status. Those I knew and spent time with, in that teen period, have faded from my physical existance. Since I don't know anything of them since that time, I will figure the cat is alive. That may sound unrelated but it is very related. Hope you can relate and associate.
Of course it isn't just the year of eighteen that has missing friends. It seems that as the years have gone by that I know very few of those I used to be close to or thought I was close to.
Through the years socializing with others has diminished until there is practically none. It is probably my fault as I now live a thousand miles from where they are. The social had stopped long before our moving so distance is not the defining factor. This however again is not the same ones I knew when I was eighteen, not many of them, anyway.
By eighteen, I am actually more accurate to say pre-eighteen, the school chums. Those from elementary and high school. Also those I knew in the ancient times of third, fourth, fifth, etc... It would be good to know something about them. It would make the past seem more authentic.
As I ponder, weak and weary, over an un-notice bit of bore, I think, there may be a rapping, a rapping on my blogging door... I should wish it so. Until then I won't get too involved in putting alot or words to cyberplace.
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