tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post8407193459684711219..comments2023-08-20T08:07:16.389-07:00Comments on ALPHAWOMAN'S BLOG: Lost in Transitionalphawomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12788721975727895601noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-18315355676730035242004-08-28T17:30:00.000-07:002004-08-28T17:30:00.000-07:00When we get to be our age, one of the strangest th...When we get to be our age, one of the strangest things to realize is that people come into and GO OUT OF our lives...not necessarily through death. It just seems so strange that people would move beyond us, or we would move past them. It's a fact of life...not necessarily an easy one to digest... Lisa :-]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-90992191279103346102004-08-28T18:48:00.000-07:002004-08-28T18:48:00.000-07:00Hi there-It really is sad how you can lose touch w...Hi there-<br>It really is sad how you can lose touch with your closest friends. People who see you through tuff times and happy. I have lost touch with many friends too. The good thing is you are always making more, which for me is nice. I enjoy your journal and you really are a great writer.<br><br>Enjoy the weekend.<br><br>Schoolgal040<br>http://journals.aol.com/schoolgal040/SoMuchMoreAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-36284495931344858822004-08-28T19:09:00.000-07:002004-08-28T19:09:00.000-07:00I've wondered about this many times. I have k...I've wondered about this many times. I have kept very few of my old friends. They've become just precious memories, yet each of them has a piece of me and I of them. That doesn't go away just because we don't see each other. I've never stopped wondering about their lives, and I wonder if they think of me, if I left as deep of an impression as I did. Very wistful, very touching entry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-61532338716728210232004-08-28T20:33:00.000-07:002004-08-28T20:33:00.000-07:00Just last week I met an old friend for a couple of...Just last week I met an old friend for a couple of beers. When we were teenagers, we competed to see who was the biggest lady's man. We lost touch, then I ran into him at my Dr.'s office. I was there for a check-up, he had recently had his prostate removed. It took 30 years, but I win.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-51824700491563943952004-08-28T23:02:00.001-07:002004-08-28T23:02:00.001-07:00I don't know why that happens. Sometimes I th...I don't know why that happens. Sometimes I think that maybe it's a little thing that keeps us away, and then when it stretches to years we forget what the little thing was. Or sometimes maybe it's too much effort to keep track if they are not directly involved in our day-to-day life. I've let people go, too, and I still think about them and remember how important they were to me. What I really think is, that we don't realize how important the friendship is until we don't have it anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-42988990369762036482004-08-28T23:02:00.000-07:002004-08-28T23:02:00.000-07:00Interesting entry for me to read before I head bac...Interesting entry for me to read before I head back to my old home to visit some old friends. I rarely seel them, I rarely write them. We keep in touch each year for the holidays ... and other special occasions. Anyway, I've been wondering how the vist will turn out. Mmmmm.<br><br>MonicaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-88425134761198341122004-08-29T06:35:00.000-07:002004-08-29T06:35:00.000-07:00What a touching entry. (I also think about things...What a touching entry. (I also think about things to write about when I am out running). So sad that alcohol wreaked such havoc on so many lives. Like you, there are a lot of people that I wish I had kept in better touch with. It's hard when you move around, though.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-10245565310129877792004-08-29T08:58:00.000-07:002004-08-29T08:58:00.000-07:00Its funny how people come and go in life. I often ...Its funny how people come and go in life. I often wonder when I meet someone, what category they'll fall into: stay or go?<br>Hang in there, sweetie.<br>xoxoxoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-7189752720674459702004-08-29T17:35:00.000-07:002004-08-29T17:35:00.000-07:00Thanks for sharing pieces of the past with us. As ...Thanks for sharing pieces of the past with us. <br>As for writer's block. Lately, I know it well. I think I'm just lazy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-64509894490085428092004-08-29T17:44:00.000-07:002004-08-29T17:44:00.000-07:00I know I should not laugh, but that sleeping bag i...I know I should not laugh, but that sleeping bag incident warrants a Darwin. I am so sorry, but I am cracking up thinking about it! LOL! Forgive me! Probably this is the kind of comment I need to learn to not post. <br><br>I am afraid of getting writer’s block. Moreover, honestly I could write about the arrogance of referring to myself as a writer, it is as if I have been waiting for a certificate in the mail saying I am officially a writer once and until one I am lying about my title. One of my journal entries I wrote about fingernail pain. I woke up one morning and said, can I take a trivial subject and write about it? My toenail was hurting so I gave it a go. The entry was not that bad. <br><br>For some one who claims to be suffering from writer’s block this entry kept me reading. <br><br>I just now understand the significance of impressions in others’ lives. <br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-73284308723022889532004-08-30T08:24:00.000-07:002004-08-30T08:24:00.000-07:00oh, Mary....... wonderful entry. Hugs to you, judi...oh, Mary....... wonderful entry. Hugs to you, judiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-9985347162382973712004-08-30T17:22:00.000-07:002004-08-30T17:22:00.000-07:00..things happen...sometimes it's best we loose tou.....things happen...sometimes it's best we loose touch, or loose our sanity..other times, it just happens....who's to say why..<br><br>ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-77575109539404311082004-08-31T06:30:00.000-07:002004-08-31T06:30:00.000-07:00It just happens that way sometimes. I know myself...It just happens that way sometimes. I know myself that I have lost touch with several friends. After a while without speaking, you feel so wierd talking to them again. It's like they slowly became a stranger to you. I miss one friend in particular. We spent many nights whining to each other on the phone until the wee hours of the morning. We were the best of friends. Now, we occasionally see each other at Walmart, and always end our conversations with "call me sometime"<br>Of course, no one ever calls.<br>Great entry!<br>-ConnieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-84281897019107513872004-09-01T06:39:00.000-07:002004-09-01T06:39:00.000-07:00I especially liked this entry. I think writer's bl...I especially liked this entry. I think writer's block comes from not looking closely enough at the apparently mundane situations around us and finding new insights in them. You overcame it here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-71157670298711323142004-09-03T16:16:00.000-07:002004-09-03T16:16:00.000-07:00I've been thinking about this, too. There are...I've been thinking about this, too. There are friends who meant a lot to me at certain times of my life, and yet I've nothing to say to them now, even if I knew where they were. What do I say? "How have you been these past 30 years?" I have a friend whose house I visited every day for a year or two, but she got bored with me. Now that her twin is dead she lives thousands of miles away, never calls or emails, pops up once every years or two to say hello. One of my three best friends from college, BC, I've never heard from except one letter the first year. Two other close friends of yesteryear I've tracked via web, but never contacted them. Will I? Dunno. - KarenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-25273486951358239802004-09-04T06:21:00.000-07:002004-09-04T06:21:00.000-07:00It is sad when you think back on the relationships...It is sad when you think back on the relationships you used to have but don't anymore.. especially if you really miss those people. But in most cases, it's the TIMES we miss more than the people. Don't remember who said it- 'you can't go home again,' but that's been too true for me. Good entry! ¤HollyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-16624593524232366402004-09-15T06:16:00.000-07:002004-09-15T06:16:00.000-07:00Unfortunately, life seems to get in the way. I fee...Unfortunately, life seems to get in the way. I feel fortunate that I have friends that I've known for nearly 20 years but see them so rarely because they aren't in close proximity. I think it actually makes staying connected possible. If we lived in the same area and allowed long periods of time to go by without connecting, the guilt would make the time even longer and eventually we would lose all touch. By being so far away, it seems okay and we just pick up where we left off. Does that make sense? :-) ---RobbieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com