Venn

I've always been careful to keep my circles separate.

Family friends. Work friends. School friends. Old school friends. Digital friends.

Each in their own category. 

Never the two shall mix.

I don't know why I'd do that.

In the few times they did actually interact, it felt like some wacky crossover episode had taken place, and I didn't quite know how to act.

For you see, in each circle, I was a different version of "me."

I see that now.

I didn't see it then.

The reason I didn't overlap the circles was because I didn't know how to be me when they mixed.

Was I school Alex? Work Alex? OG Alex? Digital Alex?

Very few have seen me with my hair down, so to speak, and that's probably for the best.

The point of all this is how so many haven't changed. And how so many have.

And I don't know which one is better: Those who haven't changed and those who have.

I know I've changed.

I still don't venn diagram my life. But there are no separate circles, now. Just one special one.

I sit in it and pilot it around this vast program called reality. My copilots actively keeping everything running, while I try to keep us on course.

Every now and again, another circle, past or future, approaches.

I let them bounce, though.

They don't get in.

This is the hermit in me, I know.

But the fella they're looking for is long gone.

Went to never never land and never came home.

...Did they leave yet?

Ok, good.

I know who I am now.

I know how to play it.

I am bubbles clustered together. So many.

That one day popped into one big bubble.

I believe in the sanctity of this bubble. 

I sacralize it.

There is no place in the world I would rather be, than where I am right now. With who I am with right now.

Floating through the cosmos.