You’ve met a college acquaintance, and high school friend, so where else to go but the forgotten grade-school classmate route?
Mary is like the flipside of Joyce in that she got a nice job, and is just a nice person in general, so you don’t mind that they’re doing better off than you. As a kid, though, she had an odd duality about her in that she maintained appearances, but would reveal bits of a more calculating side to her. I like to think only Boy knows about her more calculating side, and it’s been too long for anyone to confirm otherwise.
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Actually, should I even refer to it as adult life if I'm still living with my parents with no signs of getting a good job any time soon? Also, do I really wanna commit to addressing this as a "diary?" Nothing against people that refer to it as that, but it seems ridiculous to even start entries that way. You don't really see people starting off their blog as "dear blog." They usually start off with something like "current mood: blissfully unaware of how crappy other people's lives are, so I rant about my own entitled life and what I define as problematic and stressful even though it probably isn't."
guuuuuuhhhhhhhhh
Current mood: everything bites. I guess I'll write more about it when I feel like it.
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